SERAPHINA'S POV
Night settled over Nightfang like a held breath.
I stood at the edge of the clearing behind Daniel’s treehouse, my gaze lifting to the sky.
The moon hung low and full, its light spilling across the ground in a quiet, steady radiance that felt almost sacred, as if it knew what we were here to do.
Behind me, I could feel each presence.
Alois and Corin were both keyed in and ready, their psychic senses taut, prepared to step in if anything slipped.
Kieran was just to my right. Close enough that the edge of his presence pressed against mine, steady and grounded, reassuring me I was not alone.
Imani stood closer to the center of the clearing, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her eyes wide with wonder and just a tinge of fear.
Aaron sat where we had placed him earlier, in the center of the clearing, his posture upright but wrong in a way that made something in my chest tighten every time I looked at him.
