Chapter 295 Black Eyes & White Lies

Ella

The dim light of the restroom cast shadows that danced eerily across the ornate walls. I stood there, staring blankly at the face reflected back at me from the gilded mirror. The hushed. whispers of the escorts in the adjacent stalls echoed painfully in my mind, punctuated by the occasional muted giggle from the ballroom outside.

A world of stark contrasts. My heart thudded painfully, each beat. screaming a desperate question. What could I, Ella, do in a world of opulence, where beneath the surface, darkness thrived?

“Ella.” The soft, husky voice in my mind was familiar, comforting. Ema always seemed to speak up when I was in turmoil, a constant friend and source of reason. “These women… they need our help.

I closed my eyes, trying to still the tumultuous emotions raging within. “It’s not our world, Ema. Interfering might bring danger to us and them.”

Ella. We are wolf and woman. These women, they’re victims of predators of a different kind. Women

with theirs,” I whispered out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something, there could be

is tell Logan. Perhaps he’ll have advice, or maybe he’ll act on it.

out a shaky breath. Images of Logan’s tender touches and sweet words

one that had been planted by the whispered tales of the escorts about the

barely audible. “What if he’s just playing a part, portraying himself as sweet and

What if I ended up becoming another whispered tale among these women, another story of a girl who

than words. It was a reminder of the bond. we

do

inhaled deeply, the scent of the perfumed restroom filling my senses. The realization hit me with a clarity that was jolting. Yes, there was danger. Yes, there was uncertainty. But the idea of not acting, of letting another woman suffer

of the outcome, I had to try. Because the true danger wasn’t

hand seemed in stark contrast to the reality I’d just witnessed within. As I stepped back out into the main area, the voices and laughter from the ballroom flowed over me like a rushing river,

mine. “You were gone for a while. Everything okay?” I hesitated, wondering once more if I should share. But the memory of Lina’s pained, blackened eye, and my wolf’s urgency, made me blurt

in there. Escorts. One of them… she had a black

his face seemed to deepen, as if he was

features. “Some of these men only see them as objects, thinking their wealth and power lets them get away with

around before leaning closer. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised,

this city. If anything, giving someone a

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