Bella's POV
The driver pulled away, leaving me standing alone at the address I'd been given.
The location felt wrong immediately. This wasn't anywhere near the usual pack territories. Instead, I found myself at the very edge of our lands, where civilization seemed to fade into wilderness.
A solitary house sat before me, its weathered exterior telling stories of years spent battling the elements. Dead branches reached toward the gray sky like skeletal fingers, while weeds choked what had once been a proper lawn.
My boots echoed against the rotting porch boards as I approached the front door. Each step sent a small shiver of unease through me, though I couldn't explain why.
I rapped softly against the peeling paint of the door frame, then waited. The silence stretched uncomfortably long, and impatience began to gnaw at my composure.
"Enter," a voice called from somewhere inside.
