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Seraphina’s POV 1

After another sleepless night spent tossing in his bed, | was eager to keep my hands and mind busy with

something productive. Caleb and | set out to find anyone who might remember my family.

“There are a few elderly pack members who chose to stay in the area,” Caleb explained as we walked down a

tree-lined street that felt both foreign and familiar. “Most of them live alone now, but they might remember

details about your parents or the attack that never

made it into the official reports.”

The first two houses we visited yielded nothing useful. One was empty, its windows dark and garden overgrown

with weeds. At the second, a frail woman answered the door but becconfused the moment I introduced

myself, insisting | looked exactly like someone

named Dorothy who'd died thirty years ago.

It wasn’t until we reached a small cottage at the end of a dead-end street that we found someone who might

actually help.

“That's Mr. Garrison,” Caleb said quietly as we approached the front porch. “He lived about a quarter mile from

our neighborhood.”

The man who answered our knock was ancient, with wisps of white hair and clouded eyes that seemed to look

through us rather than at

His clothes hung loose on his thin frame, and his hands shook as he gripped the doorfrfor support.

“Mr. Garrison?” | said gently, trying to keep my voice calm and non-threatening. “My nis Seraphina. | was

hoping you might

remember my parents, Alpha and Luna from the Northern Ridge Pack?”

The old man’s eyes sharpened suddenly, focusing on my face with an intensity that madestep back. Then

his expression crumbled,

and he began muttering under his breath in a voice too low forto understand.

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“The little wolf,” he said suddenly, his voice cracking. “The little wolf with green eyes. They said you were dead.”

My heart leaped with hope. “Mr. Garrison, do you remember what happened? The night of the attack?”

But his moment of clarity was already fading. He began shaking his head violently, backing away from the door

as if | were something to

be feared.

“Too many secrets,” he muttered. “Can't trust anyone. Can't trust...”

He slammed the door in our faces.

“I'm sorry,” Caleb said, his hand finding my shoulder as disappointment crashed over me. “The attack really

messed him up. He's never

been the ssince.”

| stared at the closed door, feeling the weight of all the lost memories, all the answers that might never come.

We walked in silence for several minutes, the morning air growing warmer as the sun climbed higher. The

neighborhood around us told the story of a community slowly dying-half the houses were empty, yards

overgrown, “For Sale” signs faded by weather and time.

“Most people moved south after the attack, Caleb explained when he noticed my attention drifting to the

abandoned homes. “They were

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too scared to stay, even with the rogues supposedly cleared out. The ones who remained either couldn't afford

to leave or were too

stubborn to abandon their homes.”

We were cutting through a small patch of woods that served as a shortcut back to his neighborhood when | heard

it-the soft rustle of movement in the undergrowth ahead.

Every instinct I'd developed over the past few days screamed danger. My wolf rose to attention, alert and ready.

The memory of being chased through these snorthern territories just forty-eight hours ago cflooding

back, making my heart race with sudden fear.

Caleb must have sensed my tension because he immediately stepped closer, his entire body coiling like a spring

ready to strike. Without hesitation, he positioned himself directly in front of me, one arm sweeping back to keep

| found myself instinctively pressing against Caleb’s back, my hands fisting in his shirt as my heart hammered

against my ribs.

Then two figures burst from the undergrowth like they'd been shot from a cannon-a young couple, maybe

college-aged, their clothes

completely disheveled and both wearing expressions of absolute mortification.

“Oh God, sorry!” the girl shrieked, frantically trying to button her shirt while hopping on one foot as she

attempted to put her shoe back

“We didn’t think anyone else was out here!”

Her boyfriend, red-faced and struggling with his inside-out t-shirt, nearly tripped over a fallen log in his haste to

escape. “So sorry!

Really, really sorry! We'll just-we’re going now!”

They practically stampeded past us like startled deer, the boy’s shoes still untied and the girl clutching what

appeared to be her bra in

one hand, disappearing back into the woods with a chorus of mortified squeaks and nervous laughter.

The silence that followed was deafening.

| becacutely aware that | was still pressed against Caleb’s back, my hands still fisted in his shirt, my cheek

actually resting between

his shoulder blades. | could feel the rapid thump of his heartbeat, could smell the clean scent of his soap mixed

with something distinctly

masculine and comforting.

At the exact smoment, we both seemed to realize our position. | jerked backward like I'd been electrocuted,

while he spun around

so quickly he nearly lost his balance. We stood there staring at each other, both breathing hard from adrenaline

and something else

entirely.

“Well,” Caleb said, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat and tried again. “That was... educational.”

| couldn't help it-I burst into laughter. Not delicate, ladylike giggles, but full-blown, snorting laughter that made

my sides ache.

Caleb smiled, his own lips twitching despite his obvious embarrassment. “I think that guy put it on backwards

and inside-out.”

We dissolved into laughter again, the tension of the moment breaking like a snapped wire. But as our

amusement faded, | becaware

of how close we were still standing, how his warm eyes were studying my face with an intensity that made my

breath catch.

“Sera,” he said softly, and something in his tone made my heart skip. “We should...”

“We should definitely... keep walking” | replied, though neither of us moved.

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“Right. Walking. Good idea.”

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