Chapter 53
The dawn was sharp, slicing through the safe house like a warning, but inside, Tessa felt the warmth of last night still lingering—Dastien’s presence a tangible weight against her skin, his scent wrapped around her like a promise. She stirred, eyelids fluttering, and for a fleeting second, the world felt… ordinary. Safe. Then the visions hit. Not the usual flashes of someone’s thoughts or the faint echo of what might happen, but a living, breathing horror that anchored itself in her chest. Faces—twisted, snarling, unrecognizable—shifted in her mind, clawing at the edges of reality. Shadows moved along the walls, even though she knew she was alone. Her wolf bristled, ears flattening, instincts screaming that something was wrong, something deeper than before. Dastien stirred beside her, l
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