CURSED LYCAN
Six weeks into training, someone tried to kill Sera.
She was running combat drills with Jade's squad when the explosion hit. The training room erupted in flames. Magical fire—the kind designed to kill lycans and burn through resurrection magic.
Sera barely rolled clear. Her jacket caught fire. She stripped it off, threw it aside. Jade and her squad scattered, taking defensive positions.
"Everyone okay?" Sera called.
"Three wounded, none critical," Jade reported. "What the hell was that?"
"Assassination attempt." Sera scanned the room. "Magical signature suggests professional. Someone who knows what I am. What I survived."
Alarms blared. The facility locked down. Kael arrived in seconds, shifting mid-run. His primal form crashed through the door.
He saw Sera. Saw the burn marks. The close call. His silver eyes went pure rage.
"Who?" he growled.
