SERAPHINA’S POV
Morning came too quickly.
The fragile stillness of the night before—the quiet warmth of Daniel asleep between us, Kieran’s shoulder brushing mine, the soft, impossible wish to freeze time—felt like yet another dream.
Because by the time the sun rose over Nightfang, everything had shifted back into motion.
Responsibility. Strategy. Power.
War.
I stood before the full-length mirror, smoothing my dress for the umpteenth time.
It was simple by design—deep charcoal with silver threading along the seams, elegant without being ostentatious.
A Luna’s attire.
Behind me, Kieran adjusted his cufflinks, his reflection tall and powerful, every inch the formidable Alpha.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice even.
I met his gaze in the mirror.
Over the ten years of our strained marriage, all I’d ever wanted was to stand by Kieran’s side and share the weight of his burdens.
Now that I could, I wouldn’t dare complain that it was too heavy.
“I’m ready.”
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