Lorraine's POV,
The hospital room felt… hollow.
Adrian was gone. Dragged away in chains like some criminal, and all we were left with was the echo of his voice and a name that meant nothing, yet sounded like everything.
The Ghosthound.
Felix and I stood frozen in the thick silence, the beeping machines around Elise barely registering in my ears. The sterile air was heavy with tension, laced with the scent of disinfectant and the ghost of wolfsbane. I could still see Adrian's face, defiant, unbroken, as he shouted those final words before the door slammed shut.
Find the Ghosthound.
Felix slowly turned to me, his face pale, jaw clenched.
"What the hell just happened?" he whispered.
I didn't answer. Because I didn't know either.
I was still trying to breathe. Still trying to piece together how Adrian, of all people, could be accused of something like that, and yet still had the clarity, the nerve, to toss us a lifeline in the middle of it.
The Ghosthound.
