Seraphina POV
The palace swallowed me whole.
I followed Hazel through corridors that seemed to stretch for miles. My neck craned back to take in the vaulted ceilings painted with scenes from lycan history. battles and triumphs, the rise of their kingdom, the glory of their rule.
Marble floors gleamed beneath my feet. Polished chandeliers hanging from chains of silver and crystal. Every surface whispered of wealth and power. Also civilization that had stood for centuries. While werewolves squabbled in forests and called themselves packs.
It was gorgeous. It was overwhelming. It was terrifying.
And it wasn't hard to imagine why the werewolves wanted it.
"This wing houses the guest quarters," Hazel said, her voice echoing slightly in the vast space. She walked with the easy confidence
