SERAPHINA’S POV

I count the hours until the next day arrives, and the sun sets for the evening—the time when everything goes down.

It was an impromptu shift from a wedding to a mating ritual, but the preparations made beforehand remain, only simply changing the title of the occasion to a Nova Mating Ball.

Everyone will still be there to watch me walk down an aisle and officially bond myself to the future king of their pack, despite a few disapprovals.

The Nova Mating Ball itself is ...