Camilla’s POV
Ruben had sketches of several things by the time Malakai was done, but three stood out. I didn’t even know he could draw that well. He left, but soon returned, saying he’d run the images through. The result made my stomach twist.
A heavily guarded prison, three packs away from Ironclaw. It had taken Malakai about ten minutes to find the place.
“Are you sure about that?” I asked, brows furrowing.
“Damn sure. The description matches a hundred percent,” Ruben said, stepping closer to show us his PC.
I noticed the big oak tree, a bold inscription that read MOLLYTEAK, and an old building with a weather-beaten cross on its roof — exactly like they appeared on his cardboard.
I knew a lot could happen in a year to land someone in prison, still, I was shocked. But that didn't me
