Seraphina's POV
My eyes fluttered open slowly, my head throbbing with a dull, persistent ache.
Where was I?
I blinked several times, trying to focus on my surroundings. It was an unfamiliar ceiling, unfamiliar walls and an unfamiliar room. This wasn't anywhere I recognized.
I was lying on a large, comfortable bed with soft sheets and a thick blanket covering me. The room itself was spacious and well-furnished, decorated in dark wood and deep colors. Moonlight streamed through a window to my left, casting silver shadows across the floor.
Confusion clouded my thoughts for a moment before the memories came rushing back. The mysterious man. The battle. The silver wolf and the black wolf tearing into each other with savage ferocity.
Adrian.
My chest constricted painfully at the thought of him. The image of his unconscious, wounded body lying on the ground flashed through my mind, and I felt tears prick at my eyes.
Was he okay? Had he woken up? Was he back to normal?
