Third Party POV
Seraphina’s fingers curled tightly around the parchment, crumpling it as her eyes scanned the words again. Her jaw clenched, rage simmering beneath her regal facade.
“Leave me,” she snapped coldly.
The messenger, one of her most loyal spies, bowed and swiftly retreated from the chamber. Every message that entered the royal court passed through her hands first. She had ensured that. Manipulating the flow of information was an art—and finally, it was paying off.
Celestine.
That insolent witch was alive—and leading a rogue pack, no less. And Ara… Damon’s so-called mate, came from her goddamn rogue pack?
A bitter taste coated Seraphina’s tongue. She paced slowly, the letter still crumpled in her fist. Why hadn’t Damon told her? Did he know the truth already?
He couldn’
