Seraphine's POV
Chaos consumed the manor. Black smoke poured through shattered windows while debris scattered across the courtyard. The massive explosion had torn through the dungeon walls, leaving jagged cracks that threatened the entire structure. Warriors rushed in every direction, desperately fighting the remaining flames while ensuring no prisoners escaped through the damaged barriers.
Kayne's commanding voice cut through the mayhem as he directed the emergency response. His reputation as the finest Beta among all werewolf packs showed in moments like these. Years of unwavering loyalty and battlefield experience guided his every decision. Yet beneath his authoritative exterior, pain flickered across his features. The ache of losing someone who had awakened his wolf in ways he never expected. Becky's manufactured scent had fooled his instincts completely.
