Seraphina's POV
After we came back next morning, I went outside to get some fresh air after relieving myself from all the bonds and pains that I have been battling with for a while now.
"Your scent smells like war and moonlight." The man said.
I turned slowly, keeping one hand over the moon and the other on my chest like I don't know who exactly it was.
The wind had been blowing up the sand that was around the canyon's side, and from the shadow of the ridge, a figure walked into view smirking like he had just found something far too valuable to ignore.
"Who are you?" I asked, already raising up my guard.
"Hector Blackthorn, a war Alpha, desert-bred and blood kin to Caelum uncle, if we are being formal, but let's not be formal." He dropped into a bow with pretense.
He looked up at me with lazy interest, dark eyes shining like gold soaked in sunlight.
"Uncle? You don't look old enough to be called an uncle." I sounded odd.
"Flatterer, I like you already." He grinned.
