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Chapter forty two
Sierra’s POV The sound came again, low and guttural, pulling me from sleep like an invisible hand shaking me awake. I haven’t heard it in a while. My eyes snapped open, and I immediately felt the strange stillness in the room. The lamp on the nightstand cast a dim glow, but something about the air felt… off. “Bella?” I whispered groggily, turning toward her bed. It was empty. I sat up, the covers pooling around my waist. My heartbeat quickened as I scanned the room, expecting to see her maybe sitting by the window or rummaging through her bag. But she wasn’t there. “Bella?” I called louder this time. No response. The sound came again, closer now—a low growl, but not quite animalistic. It was deeper, layered, and seemed to vibrate through the walls. A chill crawled down my spine. I
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