Seraphine's POV
The night passed without incident. Darius returned, and the silence in the room became survivable. The white wolf inside me stayed awake all night, whispering: Stay. Breathe. Be here. Now.
In the morning, the castle woke up, and through the corridors, the word "Luna" drifted like perfume.
At the staircase, I stopped the first maid who used the title. “Seraphine,” I said calmly. “My name is Seraphine. ‘Luna’ is off-limits until I say otherwise. Understood?”
I found Darius at the training yard, working his anger out against the stone wall with a padded rope. When he finished, he came over.
“Morning,” he said shortly, a cautious light in his eyes. “The Council isn’t meeting today. No marks. No announcements. Cassian’s assigned who to cool down in the city. By noon every t
