SIENNA’S POV

The world was still spinning. Or maybe it was just me.

I sat on the cold pavement, my palms pressed against the rough concrete, trying to convince myself that what I saw wasn’t real. The sound of cracking bones, snarling teeth, and Luther’s low, guttural growls still clung to the air like smoke that wouldn’t clear.

I should’ve run. Any sane person would’ve. But my body wasn’t listening to reason—it just… froze. Like I’d been nailed to the ground, forced to ...