~ Alaric’s POV ~
The night was dark and cold, with frost on the bare branches. A thin, pale moon hung low in the sky, its weak light barely touching the snow-covered ground.
No matter how hard the wind blew or how often the stones were cleaned, the smell of old blood lingered, clinging to the earth like a curse.
I’ve searched half the forest, but I still can’t find her. Is this Regis’s doing too? Why can’t he leave Sera alone?
My wolf, Davon, paced under my skin, restless and angry.
I didn’t know what this feeling was.
It wasn’t the aftermath of a battle, or the tension before a fight. Blood and war — those were familiar. That’s how I proved the Silver Moon Pack was strong. I swore never to trust anyone after what happened. But with Sera, I wasn’t the same.
This was something else.
