In grief

The heavy oak doors of the dressing chamber creaked open ten minutes later. A young beta servant slipped inside, her simple gray gown whispering against the stone floor. “The Alpha grows impatient, my lady. He says he has waited long enough.”

Seraphina’s stomach clenched. She wanted to bolt through the window, vanish into the misty pines that surrounded Blackthorn Citadel. But escape was impossible. Her father and his ruthless new wife would hunt her to the ends of the realm. They had made that