THREE WEEKS LATER
Three weeks had passed, and the tension in the clan was palpable. April felt like she was living on a knife's edge. Lucifer's behavior was unpredictable; one moment he was kind, the next he was a beast. She never knew which version of him she would encounter. Despite her friends' support, she felt increasingly isolated and unsure of her place in the clan.
One particularly cold night, April was jolted awake by a sharp blow to her head. Isabella stood over her, a cruel smile on her face before everything went black.
When April regained consciousness, she found herself in a dark, cavernous room. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something metallic- blood. She saw Lucifer in the distance, his body convulsing and morphing into various monstrous form
