Chapter 19
Zeraphine's POV
The next few days were exhausting.
Draven and I were everywhere—meetings, pack gatherings, training grounds. Always together. Always pretending.
We joined activities meant to "build trust" with the pack, but the air was thick with the opposite. Whispers followed us like shadows, growing louder when we walked by.
At the gatherings, smiles were rare. When someone greeted us, it felt forced, like they had no other choice. And when they didn’t, the tension in the air was enough to make my skin crawl.
Why are they so angry? At me? At him?
I hated how they stared, how they whispered like I couldn’t hear them. She’s not one of us. That was the favorite line.
“She’s just his latest game,” someone muttered during one of the smaller gatherings.
It made my stomach
