Sage´s POV
The hybrid was still twitching on the ground, half a meter from where I’d left him.
His skull was partially open, his limbs convulsed in erratic bursts…
But that wasn’t what worried me.
It was his scent.
He had none.
Not wolf.
Not lycan.
Not human.
Not beast.
It was as if someone—something—had mixed blood, tissue, and essence with the clumsy hands of a child playing god.
I crouched next to the body.
His eyes were already empty, but his jaw still tried to move, like some artificial impulse was denying him even the dignity of death.
“What did they do to you?” I murmured, more to myself than to him.
I wasn’t expecting an answer.
But I got one—a mental sting, a subtle echo in the bond that tied me to Zack.
A faint vibration… but alive.
He was close.
So was Tony.
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