NOTE: MAKE SURE YOU READ THE NOTE AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER.
SERAPHINA
It didn’t take long for me to discover what kind of curse had been set upon me.
It was silence.
Not the kind of silence that soothes, but the suffocating stillness that has shadowed me my entire life. My curse wrapped itself around me, pulling me back into that heavy, airless void. Images rose unbidden, me standing alone and motionless beside my mother’s grave, frozen in grief that no one else would bear with me.
I ran. Harder, faster, desperate. Each Alpha I passed, I pressed into the bond, but the curse only deepened, thickening like fog as it mirrored the very silence that had defined my existence. The silence of my father’s averted gaze. The silence of countless empty meals. The silence of rejection, over an
