Zeraphine’s POV
The morning sun shone through the thin curtains, warm but annoying. I blinked at the light, trying to wake up, but the ache in my chest from yesterday was still there. My body felt heavy, as if my emotions had weighed me down all night.
I sat up slowly, my legs dangling off the side of the bed. My hair fell over my face as I leaned forward, staring at the floor. Last night’s call with Alera and Nyra played in my mind again and again.
Alera had sounded calm, but I could tell she was worried about me. And Nyra—her little laugh had pulled at my heart. They were the reason I couldn’t fall apart.
They need me, I thought, my hands curling into fists.
'They need you to be strong,' my wolf whispered softly. 'You can do this, Zeraphine. No more fear, no more holding back.'
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