SERAPHINA’S POV
My hand froze where it was stroking Daniel’s hair.
For a moment, I thought I’d misheard him.
My son’s voice was soft, heavy with sleep, but the words were clear enough to steal the air right out of my lungs.
“Congratulations on finally getting your wolf,” he’d said.
The room seemed to still around us—the moonlight pooling faintly through the curtains, the steady rhythm of his small breaths, the echo of everything that had happened today.
My heart stuttered, a fragile, startled thing.
“How...how did you know?” I whispered, barely trusting my voice.
Daniel blinked up at me, smiling sleepily. “I just do.”
Before I could say anything more, Alina’s voice stirred softly inside my mind—warm, delighted. Proud.
‘He sensed me, Sera,’ she said. ‘That’s no ordinary intuition. Our pup is very special.’
I could almost see her smile in my mind’s eye.
