SERAPHINA’S POV

Morgan screams in pure, unfiltered agony, a cry so loud it nearly deafens me.

In his frantic pain, he throws me to the side, and I brace myself for a rough landing. Rolling away, I regain my composure amid the chaos and look toward Artemis.

"Now!" I yell, my voice slicing through the chaos.

Artemis understands immediately.

With a growl that resembles a feral beast more than a man, he lunges at Morgan. In less than a heartbeat, his fingers transform into sharp claws, and he ...