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âThe rendezvous point was a service corridor two levels up, wide enough to accommodate Kaleb's shifted form.
âHe was already there when Caius and I arrived. His massive black wolf blocked the passage, jaws clamped around the throats of three unconscious prisoners. His eyes tracked our approach with cold calculationâthe kind that usually preceded a massacre.
âZayne materialized from a side passage moments later, his suit pristine despite the chaos we'd left in our wake. Then Rafayel appeared.
âAurora was slung over his shoulder, limp as a corpse.
âMy stomach dropped.
âShe looked like death warmed overâskin pale as bleached bone, lips cracked and bleeding, her clothes soaked through with sweat. But what made my chest constrict was the fact that she wasn't healing. The blisters on her hands and arms remained angry and raw, the kind of damage that should have closed over by now.
âZayne noticed immediately.
