The evening feast had proven more challenging than I'd anticipated. After Seraphina's impassioned speech, the hall had been electric with discussion. Now, as the formal portion of the evening wound down and the Alphas broke into smaller groups for quiet conversation, I finally had a moment to breathe.
I watched my mate from across the room, pride surging through me. She stood with King Gareth and Alpha Cassian, listening intently to their conversation. Even among these powerful shifters, she commanded attention—not just because of her divine heritage, but because of who she was. Strong. Intelligent. Compassionate.
Mine.
My wolf stirred at the thought, and I felt a familiar warmth spread through our bond.
Seraphina's head turned slightly toward me, a small smile touching her lips as she felt my attention. Through our connection, I sent a playful nudge, my wolf reaching for hers.
