KAMILA’S POV"I thought you wanted nothing to do with me anymore. I'm the villain in your story, remember?" I say, my voice icy as I glare at him. Yet all I really want is to draw closer to him and reconcile. I long for his embrace, for the closeness we once had, to put all this madness behind us."I can hardly ignore you for so long. You're my mate, after all," he replies with a strained smile. I can tell he's got something heavy on his mind, something that warrants a long-ass conversation. Although it gives me an uneasy feeling, I can't turn him away. I step forward, pulling my door open and stepping aside to let him enter. He takes in my room—the ample space, the canopy bed on one end, the pastel purple walls, and the deep purple rug."It's been ages since I've been in here," he comments casually. I don't say anything, but the sentiment is true. It's been far too long since he deemed me relevant enough to visit my room—a realization I've come to accept while finding solace in

SERAPHINA’S POVI can't meet his eyes for some reason, unable to find the right words for this exact moment. I knew that at some point, especially given our current entanglement—or whatever this relationship is—I'd have to tell him. There's no escaping it."How do I say this without sounding like I'm crazy?" I start, meeting his eyes.He watches me cautiously, yet there's an air of understanding. It's as if no matter what I say, he'll accept it as the truth—no questions asked. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, I feel better, more secure, and ready. His calming blue eyes remain my anchor."Something's been wrong with me; it actually got worse the day I found out I'd be attending Raven Wood Academy," I say, pausing to breathe.He nods calmly, absentmindedly rubbing soft circles on the back of my palm."I don't know the right words for it. Sometimes it feels like an out-of-body experience; other times I can't control my actions. My body moves on its own, weird things happen. Sometimes

SERAPHINA’S POVHis aura is just as overwhelmingly powerful as it was during our first meeting, compelling even me—lacking a wolf's natural instincts—to tremble. The entire room falls silent, every soul standing at attention and bowing as he strides down the central aisle. Not one person dares to ignore him, no one is that foolish - not even the high-nosed officials responsible for the ceremony's formalities. They all bow quickly and with a certain desperation.It's déjà vu all over again, much like when he first appeared at the orphanage. He arrived out of nowhere, a mystery without warning—like a tsunami capable of destroying everything in its path. Realizing he's drawing closer, I bow my head, just as everyone else has done.Artemis stands frozen behind me, fists clenched so tightly that they must be digging into his palms, his entire body quivering. I've never seen him this affected by anything or anyone. He's always been confident, almost to the point of cockiness, never b

SERAPHINA’S POVI'm speechless for a few seconds, my eyes flitting between Lucian's scowl and his folded hands. Never mind my shadow, which just fucking moved on its own. No, I'm laser-focused on the guy who seemingly materialized from nowhere to save me from what could have been a nasty concussion or worse, courtesy of my long-time bullies.I'm not the only one silenced. The girls are, too, clearly tense that they've been caught in the act for the first time in a decade. And they're staring at Lucian like he's a god, their not-so-subtle lust written all over their faces. Can't blame them, really. His beauty is practically unnatural.Even I had never really seen drop-dead gorgeous guys until I got here, with tall, ridiculously attractive werewolf teens parading around. Now I'm almost immune to it—almost. Artemis is the exception. I could lose myself staring at him, and every time I look away and then back, I feel like I'm about to melt. He's magnetic like that. And I'm irresis

SERAPHINA’S POVIt's finally nighttime, and I've slipped into bed wearing my nighties, reminiscing on all the twists and turns the day brought. I relish the brief moment with Miss Lucy and my encounters with my childhood bullies. Then that occurrence comes to mind—when the stone was about to hit, and I felt a surge of energy move through me just before my shadow shifted. I'm sure no one would believe me if I said it. The idea of my shadow moving on its own sounds completely absurd. But I know what I saw and felt; it was as real as those possessions I've experienced before, only without the hate and anger bubbling in my chest and with full control of my body, even if it was just for a brief moment.I stare at my palm, wondering what this means. I don't know whether to be pleased that my body wasn't taken over or devastated that there's yet another layer of myself to figure out. I'm like a walking box of endless surprises.Deep in thought, staring at my ceiling, I hear the sound o