SERAPHINA
I was never the girl who dreamt of fairy tales and white horses. While others clung to stories of princesses and castles, I found myself drawn to secrets, shadows, and the unexplained. Mystery always captured my heart.
And that day, I wanted to step into another mystery that was always pulling me in. However…
“No, Sera!” Mother grabbed my wrist before I could step into the mist. “Let’s go back to the packhouse.”
I was young, barely ten, and nestled among the thick fur of her wolf form as she carried me away. I craned my head over my shoulder, casting one last curious glance at the silver fog curling between the trees like beckoning fingers.
“Mama, why can’t I go into the woods when the mist is out?” I asked.
“Mists are not what they appear to be, Sera,” she gently replied.
