The old truck rumbled down the narrow dirt road, its headlights cutting through the thick veil of night. Inside, Stella lay unconscious, her body bruised and weak from the violent confrontation with Inspector Rose and her team. The werewolves who had taken her rode in silence, their eyes focused on the road ahead, as the truck made its way deeper into the forest. The moon was hidden behind heavy clouds, casting the surroundings in an eerie darkness.
After what felt like hours, the truck came to a halt in front of a towering, rusted iron gate. The gate groaned as it swung open, revealing an old, dilapidated house that seemed long forgotten by time. The truck drove inside, and the gate clanged shut behind them, locking with a foreboding finality.
