KIERAN'S POV
The scent of Seraphina's blood still haunted me.
I couldn't purge that scene—the second earlier, she bloomed a great smile at Daniel's glove, and the dark bloom spreading across her chest, right before my eyes.
My heart stopped.This was no dream, no phantom fear. This was visceral, immediate, and it hollowed me out.
Actions followed instinct, not logic. My hands were already pressing against the wound, her blood hot and slick against my palms. My wolf, Ashar, was a silent, frantic roar inside my head. In a blur of motion, I had her in my arms, her weight frighteningly limp.
I barked orders through mind link to Gavin, my voice a stranger's—rough, stripped bare. "Daniel's glove. Sector seven. Lead the search. Find my son."
Then my feet were already carrying me away from th
