SERAPHINA’S POV
The moment we arrived at Frostbane, a jolt of dread clamped around my chest; the tension in the air was unmistakable.
Guards lined the corridor leading toward the strategy room, their posture rigid and alert as if the entire pack had been placed on edge.
Frostbane was never a relaxed territory, but today the atmosphere felt heavier, charged with the kind of restrained urgency that usually preceded battle.
Kieran’s hand stayed at the small of my back as we walked down the hallway together. The touch was steady, grounding, though I could feel the restrained tension in him just as clearly as I felt the restless hum of power beneath my own skin.
Corin followed a few steps behind us, silent and observant.
When we stepped into the strategy room, Ethan was already there.
He stood beside the long wooden table in the center of the room, one hand braced against its edge while the other held a tablet he wasn’t looking at.
