Selina’s POV
The room they put me in was small. Gray walls. A single cot with a thin blanket. One overhead light was too bright, making my eyes hurt.
A cell in everything but name.
I sat on the cot, knees pulled to my chest, trying not to fall apart completely.
How long had I been here? An hour? Two? Time felt wrong in this place.
The van ride had been endless. They’d taken me somewhere far from the cabin…far from everything familiar.
The guards hadn’t spoken to me. Hadn’t answered when I asked where we were going or what would happen.
They were just silent watching my every move.
When we’d finally arrived, they’d processed me like a criminal. Verified my identity. Photographed the mark on my back from multiple angles. Asked me to shift so they could confirm my wolf.
I’d done it
