Seraphina's POV
I watched the transformation happen right before my eyes. The mere mention of that name—Lyra—had shattered Alpha Damien Nightwing's cool exterior like a hammer through glass. His eyes darkened, muscles tensing as if ready to attack. For that brief moment, I glimpsed something raw and wounded beneath his calculated façade—something that made this intimidating Alpha suddenly seem almost...human.
"Come, Seraphina," he said, his voice steady again though his eyes still burned. "We're leaving."
His large hand remained extended toward me, palm up. A simple gesture that carried the weight of a life-altering decision. Behind him, Lord Alaric stood defeated, his final warning—"My sons will come for her"—hanging in the air between us.
