Elena’s POV
The moonlight streamed through my window as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Beauty’s words echoed through my mind, each one tugging at my curiosity like a thread unraveling. Spells, secrets, prisoners… the hidden room at the end of the hallway suddenly felt like the epicenter of everything strange about this place. If there were prisoners in the pack house, held under some kind of spell or restraint, what did that mean for everyone here—and for me?
I tossed and turned, my mind racing, until sleep became impossible. Sitting up, I glanced at the clock. It was just past midnight, the pack house cloaked in silence. Maybe it was the darkness of the night or the thick shroud of mystery hanging over me, but a new resolve blossomed within me. I had to find out what was behind t
