Selene's POV
"You are doing it wrong."
Selene turned quickly, heart jumping in her chest. A woman stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching her with calm, assessing eyes. She had dark hair pulled back simply and wore plain dark clothes that looked more practical than elegant. No fancy gown. No obvious jewelry. Just a woman who looked like she had seen more than she let on.
Selene straightened, wiping her hands on her shirt even though they weren't dirty. "Who are you?"
The woman stepped inside the training room and closed the door behind her with a quiet click. "Seraphine. And you are the wolf everyone is whispering about."
Seraphine didn't smile. She didn't offer comfort or kind words. She just studied Selene the way someone might study a puzzle that was slightly off,
