Seraphine's POV
I didn’t wake up like someone getting ready for the most important day of her life. More like someone who’d slept too little, thought too much.
I stared at the ceiling. The wolf inside me stirred.
– Today’s the day. – I know. – We’re not running? – No.
I slowly sat up. That strange hollow feeling sat in my stomach, like before an exam. The old wound at my side only gave a faint pull. The healer called it a “miracle.” I called it stubbornness.
The off-white dress was waiting on the table. Simple, sleeveless, with slits at the sides for movement. Next to it lay the band, now woven with a thin sensor-thread—a small insurance policy.
A soft knock, and Lia stuck her head in.
“Can I come in?”
“Seeing as you’re already inside, I’m guessing yes,” I replied.
She entered wit
