SERAPHINA’S POV
The days leading up to Christmas melted softly into one another in a way that was strangely therapeutic.
I threw myself into training with Corin whenever we could catch a spare moment.
Not the dramatic, breakthrough-heavy kind, just steady cultivation: breathing with the tides, quiet exercises in control, learning how to hold my awareness without letting it spill everywhere.
It was exhausting in a way different from physical effort, leaving my head pleasantly hollow and my senses sharper, but it grounded me.
For the first time, this new part of myself felt like something I was working with, not something waiting to ambush me.
Despite the brief, charged moment of our introduction, Alpha Brett and I didn’t interact much afterward.
Not out of avoidance—j
