Justin – POV
Five.
Five fucking facilities.
Five goddamn false hopes.
Five empty, hollowed-out buildings full of corpses, broken kids, empty syringes, shattered chains—and none of them her. None of them June.
The last raid had ended like the others. A bloodbath. I didn't even feel the kills anymore. I didn't ask questions. I didn't look for answers. I only knew one truth:
She wasn't there.
And I was losing it.
I'd never been this close to the edge—not even when we were still in the facility. Back then, I had purpose. Back then, the rage was clear. Clean. Aim it at the scientists. Bite down the pain. Shield the others. Survive.
But now?
Now, all I had was the silence.
June's silence.
No trail. No signal. No scent. Only the fucking voice in my head—louder, darker, unhinged.
"You lost her. You let them take her."
"You were too busy fucking her to protect her."
"You were weak."
I punched the wall. Again. Again.
