Ellie's heart pounded as she crouched in the shadows of the dilapidated farmhouse, her heightened senses on full alert. The musty scent of decay mingled with something more sinister—fear, pain, and the faintest trace of Nick's familiar scent. She pressed her palm against the rough wooden wall, steadying herself as she inched forward.
I'm coming for you, Nick. Hold on.
Her werewolf hearing picked up muffled voices and the hum of machinery from deeper within the structure. Ellie's muscles coiled, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. She'd tracked Nick's scent here, and now that she was so close, her resolve burned like fire in her veins.
As she rounded a corner, a flicker of movement caught her eye. Through a doorway, Ellie spotted a tall, imposing figure overseeing a group o
