Seraphina's POV
I was stunned.
Ever since I was pulled out of that avalanche, that near-death despair had become a curse etched into my soul.
Every time I closed my eyes, the scene replayed with clinical precision.
For the last two weeks, that terror had been tearing at my will, a constant, brutal reminder of what I'd lost.
I looked down, hiding the mess in my eyes. "It's nothing," I said flatly. "Just a dream."
I climbed out of bed, my voice sounding like it had been dragged over gravel. "I'm going to wash my face. Go back to sleep."
In the bathroom, the shock of ice-cold water finally pushed back the panicked wolf in my mind.
But my hands, gripped tight against the sink, wouldn't stop shaking.
Water dripped from my hair, but it couldn't wash away the scent of him—the heavy Alpha
