Chapter 75
Zeraphine's POV
The tension in the air was suffocating, thick and unyielding, like the weight of a thousand expectations pressing down on my shoulders. Every breath felt labored, as though the very air had turned heavy, thick with the remnants of unresolved conflict and simmering rage. I stood by the window, my fingers lightly tracing the edge of the cold stone sill, each touch sending a jolt of awareness through my numb body. My gaze was fixed on the vast expanse of the pack’s territory, a sprawling wilderness that seemed to stretch endlessly under the weight of the moon’s cold, unwavering gaze.
The moon hung high in the sky, its pale light bathing the land in an eerie glow, casting long shadows over the forest below. It was a silent observer to the unrest stirring within me
