Romance

  Jacob&#39;s Perspective
  Damn it.
  My boy. My Brett. He was really gone.
  When Lily told me Aurora &nbsp;had been kidnapped and Brett was likely caught up in it, I knew it was bad. The kid was quiet, but stubborn to his core, especially about Aurora . Following her around like a devoted shadow. Him going on one of her joyrides? Not surprising at all.
  But now… this.
  I gunned the engine, tires screeching as I sped toward the area the pack’s network had pinpointed as their last known location. Selena wanted to come. I made her stay. Her eyes were red-rimmed, holding back tears by sheer force of will. I knew she was breaking inside. I couldn’t let her see whatever might be waiting. I had to find a trail. I had to bring my son home.
  The industrial zone on the city&#39;s edge. The pack had invested in its redevelopment years ago. The road was half-finished, stalled by permits—a perf

  Aurora&#39;s Perspective
  For the next day—or what I guessed was a day; in this lightless hole, time was a goddamn joke—I sat stewing in my own anxiety, the feeling of something being deeply *off* growing stronger with every passing, unmarked hour. I was a specimen pinned in a jar, festering.
  The two masked idiots hadn&#39;t shown their faces since the call with the shitty flip phone. No food, no threats, not even a check through the door&#39;s slot to see if I was still breathing. Just dead silence, thick enough to choke on, broken only by my own ragged breathing or the angry growl of my empty stomach.
  This was wrong. So wrong. What kidnapper doesn&#39;t keep an eye on their prize? Unless… they didn’t care if I saw them. Or they had more pressing business. Or they were just that confident this place was an inescapable cage.
  Hunger and thirst became real torment. My lips were cr

  Brett&#39;s Perspective
  This damn place was boring enough to drive you insane.
  No windows. No sunrise or sunset to mark the day. Just that godawful, sickly-white fluorescent light overhead, buzzing twenty-four seven. Time had turned into a thick, congealed glue, crawling forward. No phone, no computer, no games, not even a tattered magazine. Just four walls of bare, dark green paint, a hard bunk, a stainless-steel toilet, and… Luka.
  Luka was mostly silent. He’d either curl up in his corner with his eyes closed, or lean against the wall, staring into the empty space across from him with a hollow look, lost in thoughts I couldn’t guess. I’d tried asking him more about this place, about the men who caught us, about how a werewolf survives in a hole like this. At first, he’d grunt a few dismissive answers. Later, he wouldn’t even bother opening his eyes, just a low, irritated rumble 

Jacob&#39;s Perspective
  Damn it.
  My boy. My Brett. He was really gone.
  When Lily told me Aurora &nbsp;had been kidnapped and Brett was likely caught up in it, I knew it was bad. The kid was quiet, but stubborn to his core, especially about Aurora . Following her around like a devoted shadow. Him going on one of her joyrides? Not surprising at all.
  But now… this.
  I gunned the engine, tires screeching as I sped toward the area the pack’s network had pinpointed as their last known location. Selena wanted to come. I made her stay. Her eyes were red-rimmed, holding back tears by sheer force of will. I knew she was breaking inside. I couldn’t let her see whatever might be waiting. I had to find a trail. I had to bring my son home.
  The industrial zone on the city&#39;s edge. The pack had invested in its redevelopment years ago. The road was half-finished, stalled by permits—a perfect, unmonitored &quot;private&quot; strip. From the perspective of dodging family oversight, Au

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