~ Seraphina’s POV ~
The training ground felt like a suffocating cage.
The air was thick… heavy with hostility, stifling with the layered scents of wolves who saw me as nothing more than a mistake that never should’ve been born.
These bastards don't even know me, and yet they are scared that I might bring destruction to their respective packs.
Every sharp breath scraped my throat like glass. My heart pounded relentlessly against my ribcage, an angry drumbeat that echoed in my ears.
Filthy-blooded.
Abomination.
Hybrid scum.
The cruel words echoed off the walls, sharper than any blade. But it wasn’t the insults that made my blood burn… it was the sound of a child’s terrified sobs.
Ari.
The sweet little girl stood trembling at the center of the storm, tiny fists pressed against he
