(Elija)
The air is thick with tension. Yadieliz paced back and forth, her presence commanding and intimidating. It almost made me want to take a step away from her,
but I fought the urge. There is something about her that’s different. She’s not just a regular werewolf, she’s special. I can feel it deep in my bones. The flickering fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, adding to the oppressive atmosphere. In the center of the room, tied to a steel chair, is the rogue that attacked her, his hands bound and his defiance palpable.
Just a day prior, he had ambushed Yadieliz, joined by a group of rogues, their intentions clear: eliminate Yadieliz for good. They had underestimated her. Fighting back with ferocity born from survival, she had left them scattered and broken, captur
