Eleanor’s POV
My eyes bugged as I tried to take in the room, though my head was having a hard time computing. Nothing in this room made sense to me. Why was I trapped in a space dedicated to me and my family? I didn’t even know where I was. I heard Ash chuckling.
“Creepy, I know,” she said.
I looked over at her and took in her small stature. She had big curly brown hair and chocolate eyes with freckles placed delicately over her features.
“Between Prusilla and the alpha, the obsession runs deep.”
What is this?
“Oh good. Glad you still want to chat. I was a little worried I’d scared you into silence. This is what most people call a shrine. And you, lucky one, are the key to this big plan or whatever.”
What does that mean? What do they want? Why can’t I talk to my wolf?
“Slow dow
