SERAPHINA’S POV

We settle down after a 20-minute-long crying session, which involves me reverting back to my 4-year-old self, suddenly left without parents.

Feeling pathetic and embarrassed once I’m done, I sit with swollen eyes and a small cup of water in my hands, while she—Cassandra, my birth mother—sits right in front of me with a soft smile on her lips.

“The truth is, your father and I loved you dearly, but we had debt and people on our backs, wolves threatening our lives, so we ...