SERAPHINA’S POV
The alliance meeting started three hours after Marcus’ interview.
Three hours of chaos.
Three hours of headlines mutating faster than anyone could contain them.
Three hours of watching the world decide what I was before I’d even spoken.
By the time I entered Nightfang’s council chamber, the tension hung so heavy in the air it pressed against my chest, dense enough to choke on.
Nobody rose when I walked in.
Not because of disrespect.
Because every Alpha in the room was too distracted staring at the screens mounted along the far wall.
The words 'Silver Wolf' crawled endlessly across the bottoms of screens.
News anchors droned on, faces tense with urgency and what looked like excitement.
Territory broadcasts commanded attention, each flashing banners and warnings.
Human commentators discussed ancient werewolf myths as if they were suddenly geopolitical threats.
Some looked fascinated.
Some terrified.
Some...hungry.
That last one unsettled me most.
