Chapter 4 — The Borderlands Infiltration

Nine

The night air was a frigid caress against Nine's skin, a stark reminder of the freedom that beckoned beyond the oppressive heat of the Arena. She stood in her cell, the familiar weight of her Combat Leathers pressing against her, the subtle wolf motifs a constant emblem of her captivity. The echoes of chains still haunted her, their metallic clinking a relentless soundtrack to her life under Nestor's iron control. Yet, amidst the despair, a flicker of hope had ignited—a hope sparked by the piercing blue eyes of Slade, the Alpha who had looked at her with a promise of freedom.