Chapter 102

I had just stepped out of my room. My muscles ached, but it was a good type of ache. Tristan and Nathan did a number on me last night. As I closed the door behind me, I saw Ryan standing in the hallway, his face set with grim determination. He caught sight of me and approached with purpose. “Ella,” he began, his voice low and serious, “I’m heading to the dungeon to interrogate the witch.” I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes. “I’m coming with you.” Ryan shook his head immediately. “You need to rest. You’ve barely recovered.” “Rest?” I raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “That witch targeted me, Ryan. You know it as well as I do. She went after me specifically. I need to know why.” I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling up. “I can’t sit back and do nothing. This isn’t just about Rambo anymore. It’s bigger than him, and you know that. The witch knew something—something about my powers, about me being a white wolf. If I don’t hear it firsthand, we could be missing something crucial.” R