SERAPHINA’S POV
The fog thickened as we pressed deeper into the Misty Woods, clinging to my hair and saturating my clothes until every step felt heavier than the last.
My lungs drew in air that should have burned or muddied my senses, but the fog slid past me like it didn’t quite know what to do with someone who was half-empty. No wolf to drown, no heightened senses to dull—just me, raw and bare.
Take that, fate.
Unfortunately, the others weren’t so lucky.
As harmless as it had been at first, the longer we stayed in the fog, the more it affected my Omega teammates.
Judy’s eyes kept flicking almost erratically, straining to pierce the haze, while Talia stumbled on roots hidden under the gray carpet of air.
Finn’s voice wavered as he spoke lowly. Still, surprisingly, he led us, occasionally pointing to faint imprints on the ground, guiding us with the sharpness of someone obviously used to watching and paying attention when others rushed ahead.
And Roxy was still gone.
