Josh stood in front of the heavy metal door of the prison cell, his heart racing slightly as he prepared to face Stella. The cold, lifeless air of the prison chilled him, but it wasn't just the temperature that made him uneasy—it was the weight of what he was about to ask her. He knew it wasn't going to be easy, but it was the only way forward.
A guard unlocked the door, and it creaked open slowly. Inside, Stella sat on a steel bench, her hands shackled in front of her. She didn't bother to look up as Josh entered, her expression hard, distant. The once fierce and proud werewolf stood diminished under the harsh fluorescent lights of the cell, but Josh knew better than to underestimate her.
"Stella," Josh said softly as he stepped inside, his tone careful.
Stella finally lifted her eyes to meet his, a spark of anger flashing in them. "What do you want, Inspector?"
