SERAPHINA’S POV

In a trance, I find my way back to my dorm and don’t realize I have arrived until I'm standing just outside the door.

The 15-minute walk here was engulfed with thoughts of the vision, the story of what was, and the premonition of what will be — what I won’t let happen, regardless of what she says.

Hatred cannot be passed through generations; I don’t hate the wolves. I could never hate Artemis.

I push the door open, filled with exhaustion, expecting to be greeted with ...