SERAPHINA’S POV

My eyes are definitely playing tricks on me.

Yeah, most definitely.

I’m sure I was back at school selling cookies to get some funds for my campaign, right?

Yet, somehow, I’ve been transported to what seems like older times, in the midst of huts on fire, and the strong stench of blood, smoke, and death around me.

Then there’s the large, black wolf standing in front of me with blood-red eyes that seem to almost glare. Fear cripples me and freezes me in place, and I’m ...