SERAPHINA’S POV
The gates of the Nightfang Packhouse loomed ahead the next day, their wrought-iron curves glinting under the bright morning light.
My hands tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles pale. I hadn’t been here since before Kieran and I got divorced, but even when I occasionally had reason to visit, I was treated with disdain—cold stares and sharp barbs—by the pack members.
After all, I wasn’t their Luna. I was just the woman who trapped their Alpha in marriage with my pregnancy.
But now, I was back.
For Daniel—nothing else. I forced myself to remember that.
The guards at the checkpoint stiffened as my car approached. They recognized me instantly, and one stepped forward, his hand lifted in a signal to halt.
I rolled down the window, my voice firm before he could say a word. “I’m here to see Alpha Kieran. It’s urgent.”
They exchanged glances. I caught the faint twitch at the corner of one guard’s mouth—a trace of unease.
