SERAPHINA’S POV

I don’t know how long I stand there staring at his features, but its long enough for his smile to slowly turn nervous.

“Yeah… Hi.” He finally responds.

I shake myself out of the daze, reminding myself that he is still is a wolf like everyone else in this school, no matter how gorgeous or attractive he is.

Their appearance could only be to lure in more prey, a prime example of that is the devil himself, Artemis.

“Yeah, uhm… you gave me this handkerchief?” I pull ...