Chapter 11

• Images flashed before me—vivid, violent, chaotic. Metal twisted around me, glass shattered, screams pierced the air. My breathing hitched as I watched helplessly through the eyes of another, Marcus's eyes, as they witnessed the horrific tableau of my parents' car accident. The raw fear that had been buried deep inside me surged to the surface, threatening to choke me.
• Marcus was there amidst the wreckage, his form blurred and indistinct, but unmistakably naked, his presence both surreal and grounding in the maelstrom of memories. He moved with purpose, his gaze locked on something—or someone—beyond the chaos.
• "Serena, focus on me." Xavier’s voice, solid and real, cut through the terror. Suddenly his wolf appeared next to me in this nightmare.