SERAPHINA’S POV
I heard every word.
Every voice in the room carried clearly, every shift in tone, every subtle change in posture and scent—nothing escaped me anymore. Not with what I had become. Not with the way my mind had learned to stretch, to listen, to see.
And yet, I couldn’t focus on any of it.
“…the northern border remains vulnerable if we don’t reinforce the—”
“—we can allocate additional patrol units, but that will stretch—”
“—Marcus’ movements suggest—”
The discussion flowed around me, Alphas speaking in turn, some calm, some sharp, all of them engaged in the strategy that would decide what came next.
I should have been anchored in it.
I should have been leading beside Kieran, weighing every word, reading every intention, shaping the direction of the room the way I had done just yesterday.
