SERAPHINA’S POV
My pulse drummed so loud that I could barely hear Alina when she spoke.
‘Get close,’ she replied, calm where I was chaos. ‘Close enough for me to see what you can’t. Close enough to feel the rhythm of his wolf.’
My mouth went dry. Close. To Kieran’s wolf—a ferocious monster whose paw had nearly cracked my ribs minutes ago.
I wanted to trust her. Gods, I needed to trust her. But even with her certainty, she hadn’t promised victory.
She hadn’t said when or how. Only that there was a way.
But what choice did I have? We’d already learned the truth the hard way—the rest of us couldn’t win against Ashar. We’d be crushed again and again.
This was the only way forward.
I forced my breathing into something steadier and faced my teammates.
They had huddled closer, nursing their injuries, exhaustion and despair carved into their faces.
I squared my shoulders. “We try again.”
