Three weeks had passed since Seraphina left her pack, and in that time, she had grown accustomed to the quiet isolation of White Claw Pack. It wasn't what she had expected. The nightmares, though, were relentless- each night, she dreamed of someone calling out to her from a distance, a voice full of pain, beckoning her forward. But every time she tried to reach the source, something or someone would pull her back. The dreams left her feeling unsettled like there was something more she was meant to uncover, but the meaning remained elusive.
She sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she stood at the window of her small rented apartment. The view overlooked a cluster of trees, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze. The quietness should have brought her peace, but it on
