DEBBY’S POV__________________________________I’m trapped in a haze, my body heavy, like it’s sunk into tar. My mind’s awake, though, clawing through shadows and echoes, fighting to make sense of the world I can’t touch. I’m Debby, stuck in this coma, my heart aching not just from the wounds that put me here—taking claws for Jerry and that hunter girl, Sasha—but from something sharper, something that cuts deeper. Jealousy. It’s ugly, twisting in my chest as I see my son, my Jerry, in a vision so clear it hurts. He’s kneeling beside Sasha in some grimy Crescent City alley, his dark hair falling into his eyes, wiping blood off her cheek with a tenderness that stabs me. His eyes glow red, the mark of a true alpha, but they’re soft, too soft, for her.Why her? Why that reckless girl who drags him into danger? I raised Jerry alone, sixteen years of shielding him from the werewolf world I ran from. Now, he’s slipping, pulled by Sasha’s wild spark, her knife-sharp smile. I want to scream, t
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