Seraphina's POV
The steel door didn't stand a chance. I didn't bother with finesse—just gathered my power and punched through it like tissue paper. The satisfying crunch of metal followed by the alarmed shouts of guards brought a grim smile to my face.
Three wolf shifters rushed forward, weapons drawn. Amateurs. I flicked my wrist, and gravity reversed for them. They flew upward, slamming into the ceiling with bone-jarring force before I released them. They crumpled to the floor in unconscious heaps.
"Boring," I muttered, stepping over their bodies.
The stench hit me immediately—fear, blood, and despair saturated the air in this underground hellhole. I'd been tracking the magical signature for days, ever since I felt the disturbance while watching over Hazel at the hospital. Someone had tried to take her—someone whose magic I recognized from centuries past.
