Avery POV
I leaned forward, folding my arms over my chest as my eyes scanned the weary figure sitting behind the reinforced glass. Her skin had paled further since I arrived, her eyes sunken but still disturbingly sharp—like she saw things far beyond the walls of this cell. And maybe she did.
“What are the witches planning to do with the werewolves?” I asked, my voice low but steady.
She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she blinked slowly, like I’d just asked her to rip out her own soul. Her lips parted in disbelief, then curved into a bitter smile.
“You must be kidding me right now, Avery,” she said with a laugh that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Are you literally asking me to betray my kind?”
I didn’t flinch. “But I’m one of your kind.”
Salome’s brows arched in amused disapprov
