SERAPHINA’S POV
We began training immediately.
We chose a northern field beyond the Nightfang grounds—distant enough to prevent psychic backlash from harming others and to hide my silver wolf.
Tall pines surrounded the clearing in a loose ring, their branches whispering whenever the breeze stirred, and the damp earth still carried the scent of morning mist and pine resin.
Across the clearing, Corin stood with his arms folded behind his back, his sharp gaze fixed on me with open curiosity. Beside him stood Maris, Brett, Ethan, and Maya. And, of course, Kieran.
Corin had insisted that the next phase of my training required me to access my psychic abilities while in wolf form.
According to him, the interaction between my mind and Alina’s instincts would stabilize my power—and potentially make it far more dangerous.
So here we were.
Maris watched with quiet curiosity while Brett lingered just behind her, his usually relaxed demeanor replaced by anticipation.
