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    Seraphina’s POV


    The voices grew louder as I stumbled through the underbrush, my damaged ankle screaming with every step. Through the trees ahead, I could make out the familiar sight of wooden watchtowers and chain-link fencing


    topped with razor wire.


    The border.


    Relief flooded through me so intensely I nearly copsed right there. After hours of wandering through


    hostile territory, poisoned and beaten, I’d finally made it home.


    “Help!” I called out, my voice cracking from dehydration. “Please! Someone help me!”


    I limped toward the nearest guard post, waving my arms frantically to get their attention. The two soldiers on duty turned at the sound of my voice, their hands immediately moving to their weapons.


    “Stop right fucking there!” one of them shouted, raising his rifle. The barrel pointed directly at my chest.


    “Don’t you dare take another step!”


    “Please,” I gasped, continuing to stumble forward on my broken ankle. “I need help. I’m-”


    “Are you deaf?” The soldier’s voice was sharp with authority and disgust. “I said STOP! One more step and I’ll blow your goddamn head off!”


    I froze, swaying dangerously on my feet. These were pack soldiers. My people. My protectors. Why were they pointing guns at me like I was some kind of monster?


    “I’m Seraphina,” I tried to exin, my wordsing out in desperate, broken bursts. “I’m the Luna, Please, I need to get home. I need to see Damien. I need-”


    Both soldiers burst into harsh, mockingughter. The sound was like nails on a chalkboard, cutting through me like broken ss.


    “Luna?” The taller one snorted, actually doubling over withughter. “You? Look at yourself, you crazy fucking rogue. You think we’re idiots?”


    I nced down at my reflection in a puddle near my feet and nearly recoiled in horror. The woman staring


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    back at me was barely recognizable. My clothes were torn to bloody shreds, stained with gore and things I didn’t want to identify. My hair was matted with dirt, blood, and chunks of rotting flesh from the corpse pile. Deep scratches and bruises covered every visible inch of my skin. I looked like exactly what they thought I was-a feral rogue who’d been living like an animal in the wild.


    “I know how I look,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady even as tears threatened to spill. “But I’m telling


    the truth. I’m Damien’s mate-”


    “Alpha?” The second soldier stepped forward, his face twisted with pure revulsion. “Holy shit, the delusion on


    this one! You actually think we’re stupid enough to believe that load of crap?”


    I pleaded, desperation making my voice crack. “Call him. Please. He’ll—”


    “The Alpha King doesn’t mate with rogue trash like you,” the first soldier spat, his lip curled in disgust. “What


    kind of Luna doesn’t have a wolf, huh?”


    My heart sank into my stomach. Without A, without any sign of my wolf, without the distinctive scent that


    marked me as pack, I had no way to prove who I was.


    “Back the fuck up!” The taller soldier’s rifle swung toward me again, his finger hovering over the trigger. “We


    hate rogues! What’s your purposeing here!”


    “I’m not a rogue!” Desperation made my voice crack and rise to nearly a scream.


    “Shut your lying mouth!” The first soldier aimed his weapon directly at my head. “The only thing you’re gonna


    see is the wrong end of a silver bullet if you don’t get the hell out of here right fucking now,” the first soldier


    snarled, his voice dripping with venom. “You’ve got exactly ten seconds to drag your sorry ass back into


    whatever hole you crawled out of.”


    Both soldiers shouted in unison, their weapons trained on me with deadly intent. “FUCKING LEAVE! NOW!”


    I stumbled backward, my damaged ankle finally giving outpletely. I hit the ground hard, pain exploding through my already broken ribs like lightning. The soldiers watched me fall with obvious satisfaction, like


    they’d just sessfully kicked a rabid dog.


    “Pathetic piece of shit, one of them muttered with disgust. “Can’t even stand up straight. Look at her,


    crawling around in the dirt where she belongs”


    “Probably hasn’t bathed in months,” the other added with a sneer. “Smells like she’s been rolling around with


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    corpses. Disgusting rogue filth.”


    I tried desperately to push myself up, but my arms were shaking so badly I couldn’t support my own weight. The wolf poison, the injuries, the exhaustion, the sheer emotional devastation-everything was catching up to


    me at once. My vision started to blur dangerously around the edges, ck spots dancing across my field of


    view.


    “Help,” I whispered, though I knew it waspletely useless. “Someone… anyone… please…”


    “Should we just shoot her now?” a soldier asked casually, like he was discussing the weather. “Put her out of


    her misery? Might be a mercy at this point.”


    “Nah,” the other one replied with a cruel chuckle. “Let nature take its course. She’ll be dead in an hour


    anyway, and then we won’t have to waste a bullet or file paperwork.”


    I closed my eyes, feeling consciousness start to slip away like sand through my fingers. Adrian’s sweet face


    shed through my mind-my precious little boy with his silver-blue eyes and infectiousugh. He was


    probably wondering where Mommy had gone. Would he grow up thinking I’d abandoned him?


    The baby. Oh god, the innocent little life growing inside me. What had the wolf poison done to my unborn


    pup? Had I already lost them without even knowing?


    The world was turning gray and fuzzy. I could hear the soldiers talking, but their voices sounded like they


    wereing from underwater.


    I thought of Damien’s gentle smile when he looked at me in the mornings. Adrian’s delighted squeals when I pushed him on the swing. The way my unborn baby had felt fluttering inside me during those brief, precious moments when I’d been able to sense the pregnancy through my wolf connection.


    All of it slipping away into darkness. All of it ending here in the dirt at the feet of soldiers who saw me as nothing more than garbage to be discarded.


    Just as I felt myself falling into unconsciousness, the sound of approaching footsteps cut through the haze.


    “What the hell is going on here?” The voice was sharp,manding, and achingly familiar.


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