SERAPHINA
Perhaps the Goddess had taken my words too seriously during the challenge, when I’d wondered how much worse things could get. Now, I was being chased by four disgusting werewolves, their snarls echoing through the trees like a death knell.
Worse being seen by Dante, and ahead of me stood a massive figure. A regal, black wolf loomed in the clearing, carved from the shadows of midnight itself, blood dripping from his maw. A tiger. Dead and broken, lay at his feet.
My heart seized as our eyes locked.
Time halted. The forest held its breath.
He didn’t move, but he saw me. Really saw me.
Why was Ronan here too?
He must’ve realized I was a female. He must’ve known my presence was out of place in these deadly woods. That I was forbidden. But had he figured out who I really was?
