Maya's POV:
The first attempt on my life came while I was learning how to walk again.
Not because my legs were broken—physically, they worked fine. But balance? Coordination? Gone. Every time I reached for the pack bond that wasn’t there anymore, my body listed sideways, like trying to step off a staircase that doesn’t exist. My brain kept hitting static.
“Slower,” Marie said, patient as a saint while I shuffled across the cracked main street of Millfield. “You’re relearning how to function without the pack scaffolding. Don’t fight it. Let it come.”
Easier said than done. I could barely make it ten steps before my vision tilted. Time felt like a luxury I didn’t have, not with Elena’s poison still in the air, her name echoing like a rallying cry across the supernatural world.
But Marie
