SERAPHINA’S POV
The days that followed melted together in a haze of golden mornings, crisp air, and laughter that echoed between the mountains of Shadowveil.
I’d walked nearly every path within the territory by now—the narrow bridge that crossed the misty ravine, the training yards where the scent of pine and iron lingered, even the quiet grove where the Moonlit Spring shimmered beneath its canopy of silver leaves.
In just a few days, the place had begun to feel startlingly familiar.
I’d learned the names of the pups who raced through the courtyard at dawn, their exhausted mothers calling after them.
I’d shared tea with the Omegas who cooked for the whole pack, learning how they managed to feed two hundred wolves seemingly effortlessly.
I’d even sparred lightly with some of the younger warriors, and for once, I hadn’t felt out of place in a pack.
Too soon, it was time to leave.
