Chapter 6: Uh..Introductions?
Seraphina Pov:
The moment I step into Dorian’s arms, everything inside me loosens. Melts. His warmth seeps through my clothes and into my skin, a heat that has nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with the way his body fits against mine—like we were carved from the same piece of wood and split apart years ago, only to find each other again. His scent is cedar and salt and something darker, earthier, the kind of smell that makes my wolf stir beneath my ribs. His strength is steady, unyielding, the kind that doesn’t need to announce itself. It’s just there. A fact. A foundation.
I have spent years surviving storms. Holding myself together through the coldness of my first marriage, through the brittle politics of pack hierarchy, through the q
