SERAPHINA
The Alpha who’d set his eye on me from the very beginning, the one I wanted to keep as far away from me as possible, was now both my hunter and my prey.
But I, Seraphina, refused to be hunted. I would only become prey when it suited me.
The echo of the horn hadn’t even faded before I moved. My pulse thundered in my ears as I bolted forward, shoving myself into the crush of Alpha hopefuls surging toward the forest. I didn’t spare a glance to see where Ronan stood. I didn’t have to. I could feel his gaze, sharp and cold, like the edge of a blade ghosting across my throat. A predator’s stare. A reaper’s mark.
Run. Run now.
I bled into the crowd, jostling shoulders, ducking low, my lean frame weaving effortlessly between the bulkier bodies of the male Alphas. I kept my head dow
