Jack’s POV
The van rattled down the dirt road, every bump on the gravel pulling me further into a storm I couldn't escape. Luna sat beside me, hands bound, her face turned away toward the window, defiant and distant. The Beta drove in silence, the tension suffocating even the air we breathed. I could barely look at her—at the woman I once called mine. The same woman who used to smile when I entered a room. Now, her presence only reminded me of betrayal.
My fingers twitched as I fumbled with the silver cuffs we’d used to restrain her. Not because she wasn’t strong enough to fight them, but because I didn’t want to hurt her more than I already had. Or maybe because some foolish, broken part of me still cared.
The van screeched to a stop. The Vampire’s Hills loomed ahead, shrouded in mist
