Seraphine's POV
Tension coiled through my shoulders like a steel wire. Being apart from Theodore felt wrong in ways I couldn't explain. The mating bond from our wedding ceremony had created this desperate need to be near him, and I hated how vulnerable it made me feel.
The training arena stretched out before me, massive compared to anything my old pack had. Warriors filled the space, their bodies colliding in controlled combat. Five main rings dominated the center while smaller practice areas lined the walls where seasoned fighters coached younger wolves. Weapon racks gleamed along one side, some warriors choosing steel over claws.
