CHAPTER 17: THE FIRST CLUE
Selene's POV
The guards escorted me back to Damon's house in silence.
Six of them. All armed. All watching me like I might sprout fangs and attack at any moment.
Maybe they weren't entirely wrong.
My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless and angry. She didn't understand why we were letting these lesser wolves treat us like criminals
Because fighting them proves we're guilty, I told her silently. We need to be smart. Patient.
She snarled in response but settled down.
The moment we reached the house, the head guard—a scarred wolf named Garrett—positioned himself by the door.
"You're not to leave without escort," he said, his voice flat and professional.
"All meals will be brought to you. No visitors except those approved by the council."
"Understood."
I kept my voice equally emotionless, refusing to show the fear clawing at my insides.
Three days.
The clock was already ticking.
