Beta's POV
The door creaked open, and I tensed as the large man with a scar on his face, from earlier stepped into the room. His towering frame blocked the doorway, and the deep scar on his face sent a chill down my spine. I’d seen him before, he was the one who brought me to the old woman,
He didn’t speak, but his presence was enough to fill the room with a sense of urgency.
“It’s time,” he said, his voice gravelly, carrying the weight of someone who wasn’t used to asking for permission. “Your mother’s waiting. Let’s go.”
My heart pounded in my chest, and for a moment,
I nodded, clenching my fists, and followed him out of the room. His footsteps echoed through the empty hallways,
We moved quickly, heading toward the woods outside the building. The trees stood like silent sentinels,
