Fernando’s POVI skid my bike into the dirt so hard it almost throws me off as I lost my balance, gravel biting into my skin as I look up.The warehouse is collapsing.Not burning, it's dying. And fast. Chemical fire blooms outward in violent orange clouds, metal screaming as it twists, support beams folding in on themselves like paper. The sound hits me a second too late.My heart stops.My heart doesn’t just stop. It screams.The bond in my chest detonates into agony, a living thing clawing at my ribs, digging into my heart howling one word over and over again.Ariana.I don’t think. I don’t wait. I don’t call for backup or the fire department or my pack.I move.I rip my helmet off and barely register it hitting the ground before pain tears through me, white, blinding, merciless as I run towards the collapsing warehouse. The dagger wounds scream in protest, silver poison flaring like liquid fire in my veins. Bones crack. Skin burns. I welcome it.Pain means I’m still moving.My cla
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