ECHO.

The atmosphere inside the dimly lit room shifted, taking on an eerie tension as Noah and I engaged in what had initially seemed like a friendly conversation. The drug's effects had mostly worn off, allowing me to think more clearly, but I remained trapped and at his mercy.

Noah and I had been friends, trusted comrades in the battle against the werewolves. But now, he seemed to have a reveled deep-seated resentment toward Ceasar and his concerns about the future of our pack according to all of the things he was saying to me.

"Well, it is time to throw Ceasar off the throne and take it, the fact...