Wolfsbane eExtract

Maeve kept a slow pace along the second-floor corridor, one hand trailing the wooden wainscoting. Now that she knew every heartbeat under this roof belonged to a werewolf, the mansion felt altered—larger, alive, almost breathing.

The layout matched Garrick’s quick sketch from last night. The east wing held dorm-style rooms for the single omegas who took daytime security shifts. Beyond that, a long