Sleep evaded me well before dawn. I lay still, watching the first hints of sunlight filter through the curtains of our bedroom. Beside me, Seraphina slept soundly, her rose-gold hair spread across the pillow, her expression peaceful—a stark contrast to the storm brewing in my mind.
War was coming. Not the political maneuvering I'd prepared for my entire life, but actual bloodshed. My father had faced this decades ago, and now it was my turn to lead our people against Valerius.
I gently brushed a strand of hair from Seraphina's face. The thought of leaving her, even temporarily, created a physical ache in my chest. She stirred slightly but didn't wake. Better that way. She needed rest after yesterday's emotional visit to the refugee camp.
Easing out of bed, I dressed silently in a simple black shirt and pants. No Alpha finery today—just practical clothing for what needed to be done. I checked my watch: 5:30 AM. Perfect timing.
I sent a mind-link to Ronan: *My office. Now.*
