MUM? NOT MUM. Sienna's POV The name came out of me like something torn. Blood hit my lips before I registered the pain, warm and copper-sharp, and my eyes snapped open to a ceiling I did not recognise for a full second before the hall crashed back around me, the noise, the heat of too many bodies, the smell of wolves who did not trust each other packed into a space that was not built for this kind of tension. George's hands were on my back, steady, pouring what he had into me in slow careful increments. A figure stepped down from somewhere above. My vision was still blurring at the edges, slow to clear, and I could not make out the shape of it before Damien was crouching beside me, his eyes moving over my face the way they moved when he was checking for things I was not going to tell him. "Lily." His voice was low. "You alright?" I nodded once. "Lydia is here." He said it close to my ear, barely breath. "I think she can help." His eyes moved toward the far end of the hall and
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