~ Seraphina's POV ~
The snow crunched beneath my boots as I stood at the edge of Silver Moon Pack’s border, the icy wind curling around me like ghostly fingers, tugging at the ends of my cloak.
Each snowflake that touched my skin stung like tiny needles, but it was nothing compared to the cold hollow ache buried deep in my chest — a feeling that had lived there for as long as I could remember.
I should’ve felt safe here, within Silver Moon’s borders, surrounded by those who had reluctantly taken me in. But instead, I felt exposed. Hunted.
A lone omega knelt in the frost-dusted clearing ahead, his shoulders shaking as though the very earth beneath him might open and swallow him whole. His trembling hands clutched a small velvet box, the deep crimson stark against the white snow.
“Sera
