SERAPHINA'S POV
For a moment, I stood, rooted, striving to comprehend the scene before me.
Humans. Omega. Specimen.
But then one of the men grabbed the male hard enough to make him howl, and something in me snapped.
Maybe it was the sight of his trembling limbs. Maybe it was the sharp, metallic tang of his fear.
Or perhaps just that he—helpless, weak—reminded me of who I used to be. Of how cruel the world was.
Just because I was overcoming my monsters didn’t mean there weren’t still monsters out there.
The men in black moved to drag him toward a van, one of them lifting the syringe, and that was it. The last thin strand of restraint dissolved.
A low growl ripped through my chest before I even realized I was making a sound. My vision tunneled, and the world sharpened into a clear, cold point of fury.
I didn’t Shift—I doubted it would be so easy.
But my wolf surged so violently to the surface that my eyes burned, vision tinting silver.
‘Go!’ Alina snarled.
I moved.
