Seraphina knew something was wrong the second she opened her eyes.
The grounds were too quiet.
Not peace.
Silent.
The silence that descended on a battlefield seconds before the first sword was drawn.
She lay still under the covers, allowing her wolf to stretch its senses.
Absolutely nothing.
No sound of footsteps in the hall outside her door.
There were no servants at their morning tasks.
Even the birds that normally nested beneath her window were quiet.
Her wolf growled.
Risk.
A loud knock broke the silence. ""My Lady?"
Liora’s voice.
Seraphina let go of the dagger she’d been concealing under her pillow. Come in. >
The maid threw herself inside, not with her usual morning smile.
She looked very pale.
Almost frightened .My Lady..." she breathed, shutting the door behin
