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Killian's PoV The wait was driving me feral. For hours, I combed through every surveillance feed we had access to, running facial recognition on every frame Yahir appeared in. Frame after frame. Angle after angle. And then I saw it. Farisa. Standing too close to him. Speaking low. Smiling. My st
Serenya’s PoV I woke with a start at the sound of doors being pounded and a trolley rattling down the hallway. “Wake up, sleeping beauties! Breakfast is here!” That voice. I shot out of bed and yanked the door open. I was wearing only leggings and a cropped tank, my midriff bare, but I didn’
Killian's PoV I drove back like a maniac. The school was on fire. I kept calling Sere, over and over, but she didn’t pick up. Dread crept into my chest, it was suffocating, but I forced it down. She was fine. I’d left her inside the pack gates. Halen was still at the river with most of my tru
Serenya’s PoV I was wearing leggings and a loose sweatshirt—nothing revealing—but it didn’t stop the two idiots from staring at me like starving animals. “I’ll send the invitations today,” the other man said coolly. “The auction will take place in two days.” Yahir’s accomplice reached out, tr
Serenya’s PoV Killian left in a hurry the moment we stepped through the pack gates. I’d wanted to go with him. I almost asked—but then I remembered I was supposed to be nothing more than a normal she-wolf. As soon as I stepped inside the house, I came to a halt. Silas Ashmoore and Yahir were
Killian's PoV Rohan did good tipping me off about this. As soon as I finished taking a picture of the suspicious business card, I sent it to Halen. Our phones were encrypted, so sharing sensitive information was safe and secure. Rohan was young but carried a maturity beyond his years—though rig







