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Cole's POV ​I got closer to the sea, everyone parting hastily and stepping away from me as I approached.​I grabbed Chris by his shirt, buttons popping off as I tightened my grip. "You were in charge of her! You are responsible for this!"​"A-Alpha, I'm sorry," Chris stammered, his eyes wide with fear. "She said she heard something at the back of the house, so we went to investigate. We left Harrison at the gates with her, but she slipped past him and ran to the sea. We chased her, but by the time we reached the sand, she was already in the water."​In the distance, I could see Kyle on a jet ski, frantically circling the water, searching for any sign of Serena.​I loosened my grip and shoved Chris aside. I didn't waste a second, stripping down to my boxers. I hit the water in a clean dive, plunging deep into the dark, cold currents, scanning every shadow, every reef—nothing. I surfaced, slapping the water in pure frustration, before taking another desperate dive.​The men stood on t

​Serena's POV​I spent hours in the garden. The manicured hedges and wilder thickets of Swallow Heights were the only things capable of silencing the frantic noise in my head.​Looking at the sprawling estate, I felt a surge of gratitude. Leaving Malcolm had been the hardest thing I'd ever done, but finding my way to Cole's side had been worth every ounce of terror. I couldn't shake the feeling that the Moon Goddess herself had cleared my path, guiding me away from a cage and straight toward my fated mate.​By the time I finally stepped back into the house, the clock was pushing toward midnight. The calm vanished, replaced instantly by a hollow, clawing ache in my stomach. I felt completely depleted, as if my very marrow had been drained of energy.​A low, rhythmic throb began at the site of the bite on my neck—a sharp, pulsating signal. It wasn't just my hunger; it was a resonance. I knew, with a certainty that made my hands tremble, that Cole was starving. His intensity was bleeding

​Serena’s POV​I walked into my bedroom and locked the door behind me. My hands trembling, I tapped Alpha Felix’s number into my phone and pressed call.​A nervous flutter tightened my chest. After a few rings, a deep, gruff voice answered.​"Hello? This is Serena, Luna of the Ice Moon pack."​"Hi," he replied. "You must be Cole’s mate."​"Yes, I am." I took a quick breath, but a sudden, piercing pain shot through my back, making me gasp.​"Can I assist you with anything, Luna?"​"Actually, yes," I said, trying to steady my voice. "As you know, Cole is fighting the Sea Knight pack. I desperately need your help."​We spoke for over an hour, hashing out the details of the plan.​"I will be there first thing in the morning," he promised.​I spent the rest of the night in agony, unable to shake the image of Cole in the heat of battle. Please, Moon Goddess, keep him safe, I prayed.​When dawn finally broke, I went downstairs and instructed Joshua to prepare a massive, hearty spread for Fel

​​Serena's POV ​The next morning, I was up before the sun. Sleep had been impossible with Sue-Ellen and Gérard under our roof, their presence feeling like a toxin seeping into the walls of Sunset Falls. ​I grabbed a coffee and retreated to the dining hall. The room was immense, its grand architecture making it feel more like a ballroom than a place for quiet morning thoughts. I sat at the long table, the silence amplifying my anxiety. ​My mind spun out of control, worrying about Cole and fighting back a dark, creeping fear—what if he changed? What if he turned cold, disloyal, or controlling like Malcolm? ​Stop it, Serena, I chided myself, gripping my cup tight. Cole is nothing like him. I forced the toxic memory away. Cole was an honorable man, and the Moon Goddess wouldn't have bonded me to another abuser. ​"Well, I'll be damned," a voice drawled from the doorway. ​I jumped, having been so lost in thought that I hadn't heard her approach. It was Sue-Ellen, clicking into t

​Serena's POV ​I pressed my palm over my mouth to smother the scream clawing up my throat. Tears filled my eyes, and I dropped to my knees on the cold marble, reaching out with a trembling hand to touch one of the guards slumped in his chair. His skin was unnaturally cold. He didn't move. ​Strong hands gripped my shoulders and gently pulled me back. ​"Luna, they're dead," Charlie whispered, his own voice shaking. ​"What about Thomas?" I asked, panic surging into hysteria. "Is he okay? He was sick earlier—is he..." ​"Thomas is unwell, but stable," Charlie reassured me quickly. "His wolf is helping his body fight it off." ​I backed away, a sudden, icy chill washing through my veins. Hyperpnoea took over—my lungs couldn't catch air, and my legs buckled beneath me. I slid to the polished stone floor, my hands over my face as sob after sob tore out of me. ​Outside, the hurricane roared with absolute fury. The wind shrieked, tearing up trees, shattering glass, and ripping roofing til