The moon looked like someone had stuck a giant silver coin in the sky that night. Seraphina stood on their penthouse balcony, gripping the rail hard enough that her knuckles were white. London spread out below her, all twinkly lights and quiet streets. Too bad quiet was the last thing she felt inside.
"You're doing that thing again." Damon's voice came from the doorway.
"What thing?" She didn't turn around.
"Standing perfectly still but vibrating like a tuning fork." His footsteps came closer. "What's eating at you?"
She let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "Same dream. Every night for two weeks."
"The wolves?"
"Yeah, but... more this time." She finally turned to face him. "I'm standing in this circle, right? And there are these massive wolves all around me. Not normal ones. Ancient. Like they've been alive for centuries. And they're all just... staring at me."
Damon frowned. "Staring how?"
