Seraphina
I hadn't intended to listen. That was the lie I told myself afterward. The truth was that I had started listening for signs weeks ago. Small things. Whispers. Glances. Changes in tone when people thought I wasn't paying attention.
Because once you realize you're losing someone, you become painfully aware of every piece of evidence confirming it. I was crossing the lower courtyard when I heard them. Three younger wolves from Blackridge.
Patrol members. Standing near the training grounds after returning from the border operation. I should have kept walking. Instead, I slowed.
"...did you see them?" One of them laughed quietly.
"Everyone saw them." My stomach tightened. I already knew who they meant.
"Alpha doesn't even notice he's doing it anymore."
"No." The second wolf sno
