Susan's POV
"Serafine!" I screamed, my desperation clawing its way out of my throat.
The cries of battle rise to a crescendo, but my heart races for one reason: my daughter. Every step weighs heavier, yet I forge on. I have to reach her before it's too late.
Memories crash, a tsunami of hurt and sacrifice. I remember now, leaving Serafine as a baby, leaving her in the pack's care as I fought for our home. I was strong then,
I had been the strongest witch in the Fiery Fang Pack. And I sacrificed it all for my family. At what cost?
I round the bend, and anarchy erupts before me: Freedom Pack and Silas's warriors are interlocked in a dance oozing both rage and desperation.
My breath hung in my throat as my eyes scanned the battlefield for the face of my daughter.
And suddenly, I see hi
