CHAPTER 145: ALMOST PERFECT

SERAPHINA’S POV

In a trance, I find my way back to my dorm and don’t realize I have arrived until I'm standing just outside the door.

The 15-minute walk here was engulfed with thoughts of the vision, the story of what was, and the premonition of what will be — what I won’t let happen, regardless of what she says.

Hatred cannot be passed through generations; I don’t hate the wolves. I could never hate Artemis.

I push the door open, filled with exhaustion, expecting to be greeted with an empty bed. Instead, when I walk in, there's Olivia talking with the same person who was just on my mind a second ago.

“Artemis?”

“Hey,” he smiles, immediately getting up from my bed and coming over to me.

He wraps me up in a bear-tight hug, his wide arms encircling me in mere seconds. At first, the sudden embrace catches me off guard, but then his familiar scent envelops me, tenderly drawing me closer.

In that moment, I melt into his arms, letting his warmth caress my soul and melt away the frost o