Chapter 15: The Man From Her Dreams
The castle trembled again.
Dust rained from the ceiling as distant screams echoed through the North Fortress. Somewhere outside, metal crashed violently against stone. Wolves howled in pain.
War had entered the territory.
And somehow—
Seraphina knew it was because of her.
Her breathing turned uneven as the mark on her hip burned hotter beneath her skin. The pain spread upward slowly, wrapping around her waist like invisible fire.
She grabbed the edge of the table beside her sharply.
“Ahh—”
Viktor caught her immediately before she collapsed.
His grip tightened around her arm.
“Control it.”
“I can’t!” she gasped.
The mark pulsed again violently.
And then—
A strange image flashed across her mind.
Golden eyes.
Snow falling endlessly.
Blood
