Cyrus POV.
My beloved is no longer my beloved. She’s in beast mode.
“Seraphina,” Claire calls out, her voice laced with a mix of fear and urgency. The sound of her name is enough to snap Seraphina's attention toward her, and the wolf's dark, cold golden eyes meet Claire's. Oh, f**k! This is bad.
The wolf—my beloved Seraphina—begins to size each of us up, one by one. There's no trace of fear in those golden orbs, no hint of worry. I can see it in her eyes; she’s assessing every soul present, calculating, and methodical. Seraphina is out for blood, and I need to get things under control—fast.
I have to get her out of here. She’s going to get herself hurt, and while I know no one would dare lay a hand on her, I can’t allow her to harm anyone either. Not for her sake, for her humanity. Ser
