SERAPHINA
The moment his voice whispered my name, it didn’t just brush against my ears.
It sliced straight through me—passed my skin, into breath—until it lodged deep within my soul. My heart stuttered, skipped, then thudded back into rhythm like it had briefly died only to be resurrected in the space of a heartbeat.
“Seraphina.”
The way he said it—low, deliberate, and intimate—wrapped around my wolf like a binding spell, dragging her into something vast, dark, and unnamed.
But why… why was his wolf speaking my name like that? With him?
Seraphina wasn’t just a name anymore. It was a lifeline. A secret. A wound. When he had said it, it felt like he’d reached into the most protected part of me and yanked it out into the light.
For a fleeting second, my grip on reality slipped. My brea
