POV: AnnaMy world stopped. I stared at Seraphina, her words echoing in my head but not making sense. My father just died. No. That couldn't be right. I'd just talked to Uncle Thorne. He said my father was stable. Weak, but stable."You're lying," I said, my voice hollow. "You're lying to hurt me."Seraphina's cruel smile faltered slightly. "I wish I was. But the news came through an hour ago. Ridge Summers, Alpha of the Moonlace Pack, is dead.""No." I shook my head, backing away from her. "No, you're lying. You have to be lying.""Anna." Lucas's voice was gentle behind me, but I couldn't turn to look at him. Couldn't take my eyes off Seraphina's face, searching for any sign that this was just another one of her games. Footsteps sounded in the hallway, hurried and heavy. The door opened wider, and Uncle Thorne appeared. His face was haggard, his eyes red rimmed and swollen. He looked like he'd aged twenty years since I'd last seen him."Uncle Thorne," I whispered, hope and dread warr
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