*Chapter 10: Personal*
The message came at 3:17 AM.
My phone lit up on the nightstand, harsh and ugly in the dark. I didn’t need to check the number. Only one person texted me at this hour.
_“Meet me at the old clinic. Alone. Or I send the video to the Council.”_
No signature. I didn't need one.
Damon.
I sat up, heart hammering. The bond flared awake immediately, Kade’s sleep-heavy concern spilling into my head.
_Selene?_
I slipped out of bed before I answered. I didn’t want him following me. Not this time.
_I’m fine. Go back to sleep._
Liar.
I dressed fast—jeans, boots, the old leather jacket I’d kept from five years ago. The one that still smelled like the forest and bad decisions.
The old clinic was on the edge of pack territory. Abandoned after the new hospi
