SERAPHINA
The Ghost Forest thundered with the pounding of paws, the ground trembling beneath the stampede of werewolves as the cursed trial tore through legend and reality alike. Shadows writhed with every shake of the earth, whispering of death.
I, however, could not shift no matter how much I wanted to. My white wolf would expose my identity to the other Alphas, and that risk was as deadly as the curse itself.
Yet the danger pursuing me was worse. It wasn’t just physical, it pressed against my soul, clawing at my spirit, a presence that made my blood run cold. The curse was alive and it was hunting me.
A faint voice drifted through the misty trees, so close it might have been whispered against my ear.
“You are my Beta.”
My eyes snapped wide, darting toward the sound. My breath hit
