Malric’s Pov
Seraphine stood up slowly, her cold silver eyes locking on mine as if she could see right through me. Her voice came low but firm.
“Step closer.”
I did. My steps were heavy, yet I moved anyway, stopping right beside the bed where Delilah lay. Her small frame trembled violently, her breathing uneven, her pale skin drenched in sweat. For a moment, something twisted in my chest, something I didn’t want to name.
“Stretch out your hands,” Seraphine ordered, already reaching into that small leather bag she never went anywhere without.
I obeyed without a word, palms steady even though Joraka, my Lycan, growled deep inside me, restless and on edge.
Seraphine took Delilah’s hand, her fingers icy against mine as she pressed our palms together. Then she pulled out a strip of dark
