Vladimir didn't need to say a word. The freezing wind that suddenly howled across the pack grounds made everything feel urgent and crystal clear.
Seraphine shivered hard as the bitter cold cut through her, leaving her almost dizzy from the sharp drop in temperature.
Without wasting another second, the group picked up their pace and hurried toward the gym, with Vladimir sticking right behind them the whole way like a protective shadow.
By the time they neared the entrance, the snow was coming down in thick, heavy sheets, and the temperature had plummeted so fast it sliced straight through their clothes like icy knives.
Vladimir didn't hesitate for even a heartbeat. He shrugged off his heavy coat and gently draped it over Seraphine's shoulders, his movements surprisingly tender and full of care.
