The Face Behind the Wraith

**Sloane**

A heavy boot shatters the door of my motel room. Wood splinters blast inward like shrapnel. I dive sideways, instinct taking over. My hands snatch my laptop from the mattress, dragging it down behind the rusted bed frame. Dom’s face flickers in a small window on the screen just as I try shifting the secure feed. His confusion morphs into sharp alarm.

“Wraith?” His voice rings out thro