Serafine's POV
All I could feel was the sickness spreading through the pack, the doubt in their eyes.
His arms squeeze tightly around me, but no comfort manages to make me at ease.
The pack is ill, the warriors are weak, and the sickness is now spreading faster than we can handle. And deep inside, I know it all relates to me.
But I cannot leave it like that. I am not able to sit and watch the people I love suffer in my hands. I know what needs to be done.
That night, cloaked under a veil of darkness when everyone retired, I slipped out of the packhouse with my heart racing terribly inside my chest.
Nobody is aware of this. I didn't even tell Damien. It is something I need to do all on my own.
It was a vision that came to me days ago, strikingly vivid and unsettling, a path through a
