Seraphine's POV
He turns around.
I am still standing where he left me, in the middle of the neutral corridor with the afternoon light going thin and gold through the bare branches, and I watch him release the reins and turn and start back toward me and I do not move. I tell myself it is composure. I tell myself the Alpha of Light does not close distances, does not reach, does not show a wolf she has been at war with for a century what is happening in her chest. I tell myself a great many things in the few seconds it takes him to cross the ground between us and not one of them is the truth.
The truth is that I cannot move.
My wolf has been certain since the wind shifted in the southern tree line this morning and carried his scent to me across the clearing, and she is certain now, and wa
