SERAPHINA
The Academy was larger than it seemed from the outside, an endless labyrinth of halls, training grounds, towers, and weapon chambers carved into ancient stone and reinforced with modern steel. I had spent almost an hour showing Ryker around, guiding him through each floor with practiced words and clipped explanations.
Yet for all my efforts, the silence behind me remained heavy and unnerving.
He hadn’t said a word.
Not even a grunt of acknowledgement.
I could feel his constant presence. Always a few steps behind. Close, but never too close. His boots silent despite their weight, his gaze a phantom heat I couldn’t shake.
It wasn’t the Academy he was watching.
It was me. I could feel it and it had me and my wolf restless deep in our heart.
If Ronan and Ryker had not gotten
