SERAPHINA’S POVWaking in the hospital, the memory of the attack clung to me like a second skin—the metallic taste of fear, the crushing pressure of imminent death.I’d been on the quiet back road between the Lockwood estate and Nightfang territory, heading to pick up Daniel. Luck, it seemed, had finally run out for good. Though I knew the route, I’d somehow missed a turn, the signposts blurring into a meaningless smear through my tear-blurred vision. On pack lands, 911 was useless against a rogue. My fingers, slick with panic, fumbled for my phone. The stark, lonely truth hit me then: in a life of practiced invisibility, I had no one to call. No friends. No pack link to send a mental cry for help. My family’s numbers? Blocked. The final, silent testament to a decade of being erased.Then my car, as if sharing my despair, choked and died, leaving me a perfect, helpless target in a metal coffin.The rogue’s approach was a slow, predatory stalk. The shattering of the driver’s side window
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