Sofia's POV
"Olivia… please, I need your help," I said, panic spilling out of me. She was the only one I could think of in that moment, the only person I trusted enough to call.
"Where are you?" she asked immediately, her voice sharp with urgency.
I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling too fast. "I'm in Damien's mansion," I answered quickly, almost stumbling over my words.
I heard movement on her end, a shuffle like she was already on her feet. "I'll be there in a minute." Her voice was steady, but I could feel the edge of worry behind it.
The link cut, and I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm myself. My hands trembled as I pressed them to my knees. My heart wouldn't slow down—it pounded harder and harder, echoing in my ears. My wolf whispered inside me, urging me to breathe, to stay calm… but I couldn't. I was terrified. Too many thoughts were running through my mind, dark and heavy.
I sat on the couch, fingers twisting together, and every second felt like an hour.
