Nicole's Pov
“Who the hell are you?!” Abby shouts, her voice laced with fear and defiance.
The burly man smirks, his piercing gaze locking onto me. “We’re not here for you, sweetheart,” he says, his tone almost mocking. “We’re here for her.”
The woman’s lips curl into a sinister smile as her eyes settle on me. “You’ve been a hard one to track, but the chase ends here.”
I instinctively step in front of Abby, my mind racing. I can feel my pulse thrumming in my ears, the primal urge to shift clawing at my insides. “You’re not taking me anywhere,” I say, my voice steady despite the fear tightening in my chest.
The lean man chuckles darkly. “You don’t have a choice, little wolf.”
Abby’s eyes dart toward the kitchen, clearly calculating whether she can grab a weapon, but I grab her wrist,
