SERAPHINA’S POV
Lucian’s words echoed long after I left the OTS compound.
‘Your wolf isn’t ordinary.’
‘Maybe ask your family.’
They clung to me through dinner, through Daniel’s chatter about his training, even through the quiet hours after he’d gone to bed.
By the time the moon hung high in the sky, I was still replaying that conversation in my head—Lucian’s expression when he said it, the hesitation in his voice, the way he hadn’t looked at me when he mentioned my family.
If there was one thing my family was known for, it was their secrecy. Elegant façades, polished smiles, and a knack for keeping any imperfections buried under gold-tiled floors.
I wasn’t naïve enough to think I could just walk into the manor and start asking questions about psychic control and Alph
