SERAPHINA’S POV
Resolve was a strange thing. It didn’t always arrive like a thunderclap or a war cry.
Sometimes, it slipped in quietly, like a tide I hadn’t noticed until it carried me farther than I expected.
After my dinner with Lucian, that tide hadn’t receded. It stayed with me, washing away the last clinging doubts I had about my place here.
His words—‘You are exactly the kind of wolf the Moon Goddess meant to bless’—still echoed in my head.
I wasn’t naïve enough to let praise turn me reckless, but it had steadied me.
I wasn’t here just to grow stronger for myself anymore.
I was here for all of us—every wolf who had ever been told they were half-formed, unworthy, invisible. Wolves like me. Wolves who had forgotten what it felt like to hold their heads high.
And there wasn’t much time left. Barely two weeks stood between us and the LST.
