Page 148 of Ranger's Wildflower

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No.

No, he’s not—

I shove through the smoke, ignoring the burn in my lungs, scanning, searching—

Nothing.

No body.

No movement.

No Daniel.

“Damn it!” I slam my fist into the side of the truck, rage slicing through me.

He was right there.

Right there.

And now—

“He’s gone,” Trigger says, voice tight with frustration.

I turn slowly.

Every instinct in me still screaming.

Every nerve lit up.

Because this isn’t over.

Not even close.

“He planned that,” Beast mutters. “Whole thing was a setup.”

Yeah.

I know.

I drag a hand down my face, trying to rein it in—

Trying to lock it back down—

But then I hear it.

“Tessa?”

Her voice.

Soft.

Too soft.

I spin.

She’s standing a few feet back.

Still exactly where I left her.

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