Romance

  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 perf

  Aurora &#39;s Perspective
  It was the cold that woke me. That, and the lingering stench of cheap disinfectant and damp mold. The spot on the back of my neck where the stun gun hit still throbbed dully, a sickening pulse keeping time with the ache in my skull.
  I opened my eyes. It took several seconds for my vision to adjust. Not to light, but to the absolute, suffocating weight of the dark. No windows. Not a sliver of light. I was lying on a thin, lumpy mattress, the cold, rough texture of concrete beneath me. The air was stagnant, thick enough to choke on.
  I wasn&#39;t tied up. A small, shaky wave of relief, immediately followed by a sharper spike of fear—they were either confident I couldn&#39;t escape, or they simply didn&#39;t care if I tried. I pushed myself up to sit, every muscle protesting, especially where I&#39;d hit the ground during the crash. I checked myself over. My

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 from his throat: &quot;Save your breath, pup. You’ll need it.&quot;
  He wasn’t a model ‘cellmate’

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