#Chapter 225: The Last Sunset

Ella

The dimly lit garage was thick with the smell of rubber and gasoline, and my head pounded fiercely, an uncomfortable reminder of the drug that had subdued both me and my wolf. I was weak and useless here, and I felt powerless against the forces of evil that had taken control of me.

But I wasn’t worried about myself; I was worried about my poor, sweet little sister. She didn’t deserve any pain or suffering. She had never been involved in any of this.

Struggling against my restraints, I looked up at the figure that was finally emerging from the shadows—Jet, Logan’s car racing rival.

“Jet?” I gasped, my voice full of disbelief as I took in his appearance: his bandana, his hat, and his oddly familiar eyes peering out at me from the shadows. “What are you doing here? Are you working for Marina?”

Jet, just as stoic as ever, stood in front of me with a strange glint in his eyes. For a moment, I swore I could see something flicker through his gaze, but it was gone before I could put my f