How to kill an immortal wolf
When they finally pulled apart, breathless and trembling, the immortal whispered, “You’ve made me… complete. You’ve made me human again, Seraphine. But stronger.”
She smiled, tears of relief and joy streaking her cheeks. “And you’ve made me fearless. I’m ready… for anything. With you.”
The First Immortal’s voice trembled through the void. “So… love is stronger than fate.”
“Yes,” Seraphine said, her gaze steady, radiant. “And it always will be.”