SERAPHINA’S POV
Jack lasted thirty-seven hours.
I wasn't surprised by the impatience.
Men like Jack Draven did not know how to endure humiliation quietly. They could survive losses. They could tolerate setbacks. They could even endure pain if it gave them something to rage against.
But being cornered publicly? Being named, exposed, and abandoned by the very chaos he had tried to weaponize?
That was different.
When the first perimeter alarm screamed through Nightfang’s command center, I almost burst into laughter.
I was standing beside Kieran, over a table covered with route maps, surveillance reports, and troop placements, when the sound cut through the room like a blade.
Every conversation stopped.
Maya froze with one hand pressed to her headset. Corin lifted his head from the tactical feed. Ethan’s eyes sharpened instantly across the table.
Kieran did not move for half a second.
Then his gaze met mine, and a silent conversation passed between us.
'There it is.'
