SERAPHINA
This morning was different. There was something vibrating in the air—a strange sensation I couldn't explain in words. It was like a warning whisper from the universe that I could only vaguely detect.
I stood on the terrace of the pack house, looking out at the area that was beginning to bustle with morning activity. The pack members were coming and going, going about their routines. Some greeted me respectfully, bowing slightly as a sign of respect to their future Luna.
“Good morning, Luna Seraphina,” said Marcus, one of the young warriors who was out for his morning run.
“Good morning, Marcus. Is training going well?” I replied with a smile.
“Very well, Luna. Thank you for asking.”
Simple interactions like this had become part of my daily life. The last three
