I barely slept that night.
Every time I closed my eyes, I thought about Seraphina's words and her terrifying dream about my future.
When morning came, I felt exhausted but determined to read the rest of her diary entries.
I spent the day acting as normally as possible, but my mind kept wandering back to the photos I had taken.
During lunch, I studied them on my phone when no one was looking.
The final entries in Seraphina's diary were the most disturbing.
Three weeks before her death:
I'M CERTAIN NOW THAT SOMEONE IN OUR COMMUNITY IS WORKING WITH WHOEVER IS ELIMINATING THE SPECIAL BLOODLINES.
THE ATTACKS ARE TOO WELL COORDINATED, TOO PERFECTLY TIMED. SOMEONE IS PROVIDING INSIDE INFORMATION ABOUT PACK SECURITY, FAMILY ROUTINES, AND INDIVIDUAL ABILITIES
BUT WHO COULD IT BE? SOME
