SERAPHINA’S POV

His aura is just as overwhelmingly powerful as it was during our first meeting, compelling even me—lacking a wolf's natural instincts—to tremble.

The entire room falls silent, every soul standing at attention and bowing as he strides down the central aisle.

Not one person dares to ignore him, no one is that foolish - not even the high-nosed officials responsible for the ceremony's formalities.

They all bow quickly and with a certain desperation.

It's déjà vu all over ...