Seraphine's POV
The day unfolded with bustling energy throughout the house. I spent hours with the young wolves, absorbing their tactical lessons with eager curiosity, then moved to the kitchen where Aleena and Zachery guided me through preparing Theodore's favorite dishes. Each moment filled me with purpose, yet underneath it all, an undercurrent of anticipation hummed through my veins.
From the instant Theodore returned that evening, something felt different. His usual commanding presence carried an edge of unease that set my nerves on fire.
Deep into the night, he lay beside me, his powerful arms wrapped around me like chains of protection. His body radiated heat against mine, but tension coiled beneath his skin like a caged predator.
"Seraphine," he whispered against my shoulder, his voice rough with strain. His lips brushed across my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
