SERAPHINA
Why am I here again?
I asked myself as I stood within the ancient ruins, cold wind howling through shattered stone arches. Silver light bathed the crumbling walls, and there — in the clearing — he was.
The rogue.
Kneeling beneath the full, bloated moon, he chanted in a language I didn’t recognize. I tried to move, to speak, but the air felt thick around me, like I was drowning in it.
And then his head snapped toward me, red eyes locking onto mine.
Unblinking.
A jolt of cold shot through me.
I woke with a strangled gasp, tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, my skin clammy and damp. Was I dreaming?
I sat up in my bunk, the dark room around me filled with the steady, heavy breathing of Alphas lost in sleep.
My chest heaved as I struggled to shake the memory. The rogues. That cu
