"The control you have is an illusion, but the peace you seek is real. To find order, you must first surrender to the chaos you hold."
Seraphine's POV
The silence of the Northern Keep was a mocking stillness. It was a lie. Inside me, the silence was ripped apart by a deafening, constant roar. The cold, clean air outside felt like sandpaper against my skin, but inside, I was burning, not with fever, but with the consuming, aggressive instability of my Alpha Heat.
I was in a terrifying, paradoxical state. As the Luna and Alpha Wolf, my power was meant to be the stabilizing force of the pack. But this heat, fueled by the devastating, final knowledge that Alaric was mated, had twisted the core purpose of my dominance into pure, unchanneled rage and grief. The shock had sent the immense, suppressive power of my Alpha core into a terrifying, destructive spiral. I felt like a generator running without an outlet, threatening to burn the entire structure down.
