Ava's POV
Right… the kidnappers. My wolf’s ears flicked back slightly.
He wasn’t wrong. The haunted house entrance loomed ahead. It was dark, enclosed, and swallowed light. Inside, the scent of damp wood and artificial fog leaked out.
This was a perfect place to disappear, a perfect place to strike.
Anderson’s jaw tightened. Then he stepped forward, following us in.
Inside, it was pitch black. Even my wolf had to adjust, lending me its vision.
Shadows stretched unnaturally, distorted figures jumping out from corners. Mechanical howls echoed through the space, mixed with sudden bursts of sound and movement.
Maria shrieked, then laughed. I followed her lead, playing along, letting the fear turn into something lighter.
We ran, ducked, laughed, and shouted.
For us, it was fun. For And
