Even before the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, I found myself awake. Seraphina was curled perfectly against me, her rose-gold hair spilled across my chest, her small hand resting over my heart as if claiming it even in sleep. I'd barely slept, spending most of the night memorizing every detail of her—the gentle curve of her cheek, the flutter of her eyelashes, the way her lips parted slightly with each breath.
My wolf was already howling in protest at what was coming.
*Don't leave mate. Stay protect.*
I closed my eyes, willing my racing thoughts to slow. As Alpha, I'd made countless difficult decisions, but none felt as wrenching as this one. Leaving Seraphina and Rhys behind while I ventured into potential danger went against every instinct I possessed.
