Seraphine's POV
The next morning, Theodore and I descended to the dining hall together for breakfast. Kayne was already there, pacing near the windows with obvious unease written across his features.
Theodore pulled out my chair before taking his place at the head of the table. His eyes narrowed as he studied his Beta's agitated state. "Something's bothering you, Kayne. What happened?"
Kayne stopped his restless movement and faced us. "Last night during patrol, I picked up the scent of a witch near our territory's edge."
"A witch?" Theodore's voice dropped to a dangerous growl, his body tensing.
My own shock mirrored his. This made no sense. Kayne had followed Antonia into the woods, not some mysterious witch. I kept my expression carefully neutral while my mind raced.
