Seraphina:
I didn’t hear it from Marcel, he wouldn’t speak to me even if I stood in front of him at this point.
He chose to shut me off completely, and for that, I heard it from the whispers of the maids, the pack members, and the lingering scent of blood from the woman that Alessia, the one person who entered my life to ruin it, managed to heal.
Second chance mate.
And even worse, she was a huntress. A wolf huntress…
At first, I thought it was some cruel exaggeration. Wolves loved to dramatize what they didn’t understand. But then I saw them together from the balcony overlooking the lower grounds.
He wasn’t touching her.
He wasn’t hovering.
The two of them were walking side by side as he showed her around, treating her as if she belonged somewhere where she shouldn’t be.
And the
