The Crippled Masked Alpha
The lock clicked, and the door creaked open, revealing a cold, damp, empty space within.
I stepped inside, my flashlight beam cutting through the shadows, searching for the evidence Vesper had hidden. The air was heavy with the smell of mold and brine.
As I took my second step, my boot scuffing against the damp concrete, a faint, chilling sound, completely out of place in the desolate bunker, drifted from the shadows. It was the familiar, high-pitched, maniacal giggle of my half-sister.
My heart seized. Seraphina? But Caleb had warned me about her; he had just confirmed her knowledge of Devon’s medical wing.
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