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.”

There must be a window or a ventilation shaft. This warehouse can’t

wolf’s greatest enemy. It was the reason my parents died. They were injured by wolfsbane and then attacked by other werewolves.

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

her might, but halfway through the jump, she let out a pained

there were more wolfsbane traps positioned above

had been exposed to some of it, and I could feel her strength slowly draining as the poison began to

focused my Alpha energy, sending it to her,

to gain strength though her movements were sluggish. She looked up at the

is there wolfsbane in Eclipse

harm werewolves, but it can also be used as a

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going to rip that b*tch

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form. The warehouse was heavily secured, and with her large wolf paws, she wouldn’t

myself to stay conscious, pulling out my phone with trembling hands. My vision was already blurring from the poison’s effects. I barely managed to type out a message, the words fading in and

focus.

sent my final plea for help.

Caden’s POV:

isn’t back. Who knows where she’s off to now….

went downstairs to grab a

better. If she were raised properly, she wouldn’t be out this

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