Chapter 12 Wolfsbane.

Rosaline’s POV:

Finished

The moment the scent hit my nose, Freya surged forward, taking control of my body. I transformed into a wolf instantly.

In the corner of the warehouse were several crates I was supposed to organize, and the strong stench of wolfshane was wafting from them.

“Danger.” Freya growled, her instincts on high alert.

Suddenly, the warehouse lights went out. Freya immediately took a few steps back, her eyes scanning the darkened space. her hackles raised. I could feel the tension in her body as we moved together, one soul in

two forms.

Freya stepped carefully toward the door and brushed her tail against it.

The heavy door was locked

“Can you open it?” I asked anxiously.

Freya swiped at the door with her claws, but the heavy metal just screeched under the force, leaving only deep scratches behind.

The door was locked from the outside, and there was no way to apply pressure from the inside. Even Freya, with her strength, couldn’t break through it.

“D“mn it, this door isn’t just for keeping people out. It’s meant to keep wolves in.”

another way out. There must be a window or a

It was the reason my parents died. They

air was thick with the nauseating scent of wolfsbane. The toxic plant could paralyze a werewolf, rendering our muscles weak and stripping away our

all her might, but halfway through the jump, she let

it, there were more wolfsbane traps positioned

exposed to some of it, and I could feel her strength slowly draining as the poison began to seep into her, weakening her with every passing second.

energy, sending it to her, reinforcing her

looked

can’t get out,” she muttered. “Why is there

can also be used as a weapon against other

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Chapter 12 Wolfsbane

to rip that b*tch apart,”

81%%

Firashed

was heavily secured, and with

phone with trembling hands. My vision was already blurring from the poison’s effects. I barely managed to type out a message, the

focus.

went black after I sent my

Caden’s POV:

back. Who knows where she’s off to

a

a bumpkin. She doesn’t know any better. If she were raised properly, she wouldn’t be out

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