Seraphine’s POV

I hadn’t slept much.

Even after everything that happened in the great hall, my mind refused to quiet down. I had spent most of the night staring at the ceiling of the room I’d been given, replaying every moment from the confrontation with Isolde. The recordings. The way Caden had stood beside me. The way the pack had instinctively chosen him. And most of all, the look in his eyes when he asked me to stay.

Not as Luna.

Just as me.

When the first hints of morning light began creep