SERAPHINA’S POV
Let’s see—déjà vu checklist.
Waking up in a bed to the sound of my own ragged breathing. Check.
The soft whisper of Lunewing butterflies around me. Check.
Bone deep, soul-crushing, all-consuming guilt. Hmm…That was new.
For a moment, I kept still. With my eyes closed, I deliberately catalogued each sensation the way Corin had taught me—feeling the weight of blankets pressing against my legs, noticing a faint ache behind my eyes, listening to the low, steady thrum of the world continuing on the other side of the walls.
Nightfang.
My temporary room.
The realization settled gently, then sharpened.
I shifted my arm.
Cold metal circled my wrist.
My eyes snapped open.
The bracelet was slim, unobtrusive, etched with sigils so fine they almost disappeared against the silver alloy.
Transformation-restricting.
