Seraphine's POV
The shadow wolves spiraled around us like a tornado made of pure darkness. I buried my face deeper into Theodore's chest, a whimper escaping my lips. Ice-cold tendrils brushed against my skin as the creatures moved in their endless dance. My lungs seized up, refusing to work properly. Every fiber of my being screamed for me to flee, to transform, to defend myself. Instead, I remained frozen in place.
They encircled my stomach with unnerving silence. The thundering of my heartbeat filled my ears as I waited for their strike. But no attack came. Only their frigid examination.
Then the shadows began to whisper.
"He accepted her."
"He accepted the worthless wolf."
"Bride bane's curse."
"Aria."
"Zain."
"Theodore Zain and Seraphine Zain."
The dark entities pulled away from our bodies and withdrew. They congregated above the stone altar, undulating like a breathing storm cloud.
