Lana’s POV
The room was small, dim, and reeking of stale wine and fear. My body trembled uncontrollably as I crouched beneath the bed, my skin burning as if fire had found a home beneath it. Whatever they’d forced into me was still working through my veins — a heat that didn’t feel like mine. My wolf spirit writhed inside, claws raking at the walls of my consciousness, desperate to shift, to protect me. But the drug smothered her howls like smoke choking out a flame.
I bit my lip to stay quiet. Every breath felt like it might betray me.
From above, laughter sliced through the air.
“You think you’re so smart, huh?” Beau’s voice was thick with mockery. He was close — too close. I could see his boots pacing near the edge of the bed.
Dora’s giggle followed, low and cruel. “Look at her, B
