SERAPHINA’S POV
OTS had never belonged to the world of packs.
“We take the people packs throw away,” Lucian had told me during my first tour of the facility. “Rogues, outcasts, defectors, wolves who no longer know where they belong. If they can work, think, and survive without selling their souls, there’s a place for them here.”
Now, standing inside the temporary OTS base, as the world sharpened its teeth around the word rogue, I felt the truth of Lucian’s words ache in me. I had not understood nearly enough.
The base no longer resembled the home I lived in when Kieran and I first divorced.
Every available surface had been surrendered to work. Laptops glowed across the dining table. Maps covered the walls. Supply crates lined the hallway outside the kitchen.
Judy had turned the living room into a communications hub, while Roxy had claimed the kitchen counter for logistics, inventory, and several arguments she appeared to be winning through sheer intimidation.
