Seraphina’s POV
The sigil was still there.
I stood before it long after the others had been ordered away.
A blackened mark burned into the stronghold’s outer wall, the phoenix’s wings chained and twisting in agony. My skin crawled every time I looked at it, like it was trying to burrow into my blood.
“Step away from it.”
Rael’s voice cut through the night, hard enough to c***k stone. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. The lines of the sigil seemed to breathe, to pulse in time with the rush of heat beneath my ribs.
“Seraphina.”
When he spoke my name like that cold, clipped, it was less an invitation and more a command.
The Alpha in him left no room for debate. I forced myself to look away from the wall and meet his gaze.
Bad idea.
His eyes weren’t just silver; they were storms contained
