Narrator's POV
The woman who stepped through the doorway commanded attention like a force of nature. Tall and elegant, with flowing auburn hair that caught the light like flames, she moved with the fluid grace of a predator who had never known fear. Her emerald eyes swept the room, taking in Stephen's broken form on the hospital bed, Maya's unconscious body on the floor, and the four Blackwood brothers frozen in defensive positions.
But it was her scent that made them all freeze. Pure alpha power, ancient bloodlines, and something else, something that made their wolves whimper and bow their heads instinctively. This was no ordinary wolf. This was royalty.
"Seraphina Nightshade," she announced herself with a smile that never reached her eyes. "Daughter of Alpha Magnus Nightshade of the N
