Vanessa’s POVThe world shrank to the size of a bullet hole. The "Trap Protocol" I had so proudly designed was now a cage, and my own father held the key. My son, the boy I thought was dead for five years, lay gasping on the cold moss, his small hands clutching the dirt."Ray, get him up! Now!" I screamed, my voice cracking. I didn't care about the red laser dots dancing across my forehead or the fact that my "uncle" Dickson was stepping out of the treeline with a smirk that looked like a jagged scar."Vanessa, he's losing too much blood," Ray groaned, his face pale as he scooped the boy into his arms. "He pushed me... he actually pushed me out of the way.""Because he’s a Sabastian, you fool," a sharp, feminine voice hissed from the shadows.Lena stepped into the moonlight, her white gown splattered with mud and something darker. She wasn't the polished lady of the pack anymore; she looked like a wraith fueled by pure spite."I should have drowned that brat in the river the night I t
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