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ess. There was no damp earth, no pine, no comforting warmth of a Pack House. Only the

ny ripped through my abdomen. I gasped, m

, warm flutter of life

r. Evans. You were brought in by a passing motorist. You suffered severe blunt force trauma to your abdomen." She paused, her voice droppi

ared at the ceiling, the white tiles blurring a

d land. Genevieve's venomous whisper echoed in my ears, perfectly sy

xecution. Genevieve Blackwood had orchestrated the entire thing, and Isabelle Pruit

e," Dr. Evans said gently. "They

. "Miss Harmon, your injuries suggest a targeted assault. Nothin

olfless Omega, a hired Rogue, and a ruthless Luna? To them, Kael Blackwood was a respected billionaire CEO, a pillar of human society. One p

se and dead. "It was dark. He wo

lying to them, I had chosen my path. There would be no human justice. I w

hed. A foolish, desperate part of my soul screamed that if Kael only knew the truth-if he knew his

se. "Do you know if my personal b

tered phone-screen cracked, but still alive. Kael hadn't even bothered to tak

ently as I opened the messaging app and t

the hospital. The bab

beat of agonizing hope. Minutes bled into one another. I star

hone

ed the message, my eyes s

I don't care about your

umb fingers, clattering ont