His voice cracked slightly as he looked up at Levi.
"When I woke up, I was locked inside the storage room. I tried to break down the door, but I was too weak—I could barely stand. I shouted for help, over and over, but no one came. I don't know how long I was in there."
He looked dejected now, ashamed and frustrated, the weight of his helplessness written all over his face as his eyes met Levi's.
But deep down, he knew this wasn't his fault. At first, he'd assumed he had simply passed out from exhaustion—the long hours, the stress, the nonstop work—but the symptoms didn't add up. The dizziness had hit too suddenly, too sharply. His body hadn't just given out—it had been forced to.
That's when the realization struck him: he had been drugged.
And not with something mild. Whatever had been used was potent—strong enough to knock out a full-grown wolf, maybe even an elephant, until morning. The only reason he'd woken up earlier was thanks to his wolf's natural resistance kicking in.
