CURSED LYCAN
Sera woke to white walls and the smell of antiseptic.
Her head throbbed. Her body felt heavy, drugged. She tried to move. Couldn't. Restraints held her arms and legs. Medical grade. Unbreakable.
She reached for the bond. For Kael.
Nothing.
Panic clawed at her chest. The bond had been constant for two years. A heartbeat inside her own. And now it was just... gone.
"He's alive."
Sera's head snapped toward the voice. Helena stood in the doorway, tablet in hand. Still wearing that damn white coat.
"Where is he?" Sera's voice was hoarse.
"Three rooms down. Sedated. The gas I used doesn't just disrupt the bond—it forces both participants into a comatose state until the connection can be safely severed." Helena approached. "You've been unconscious for eighteen hours."
"Emma. Where's—"
"Safe. For now. My people extracted her from the compound before your lycan friends even knew we were there." Helena pulled up a screen on her tablet. Showed footage.
