At Hayes’s home, the glass door to the backyard lay in shards—again. Just days ago, it had been painstakingly repaired, only to be shattered during Henry’s rampage. That night, reeling from his encounter with a group of human men, Henry had unleashed his fury, smashing everything in sight. The glass door had fallen victim to a chair he’d hurled in his rage.
Now, it was broken once more. Jack, Seraphina, and Selena, slipping through the predawn shadows to avoid prying eyes, had no patience for courtesies. With urgency burning, Jack didn’t wait for someone inside to open the door. Time was a blaze at their heels. His fist smashed through the glass near the lock, shards scattering as he reached in, twisted the bolt, and led the trio inside. They stormed to Henry’s bedroom, yanking him from s
