Seraphina's POV
I froze.
Adrian Blackwood did not smile. Ever. And definitely not like that—all warm and almost playful? Something was very, very wrong.
I blinked hard, trying to clear my vision. The look in his eyes was completely different from usual. His gaze was more intense, more focused, and even his voice sounded different—a lot huskier and deeper.
"Adrian, you..." I began cautiously, my mind racing.
But he grinned at me. Actually grinned, showing teeth, like he was delighted to see me.
Oh, hell no. He'd definitely lost his mind.
"Hello, beautiful mate," he said, his voice practically purring. "I'm not Adrian."
My brain short-circuited. "What?"
His grin widened, and there was something almost mischievous in his expression. "I'm Blake, his wolf."
I stared and stared. And then I wondered if I was still asleep and this was all just a very weird, very confusing dream. Because what the actual hell?
"Blake?"
