Seraphine had barely processed the sight of Daisy's former allies turning on her when something else entirely pulled her attention and held it.
The moment her eyes found Daisy's across the open ground, something happened that she couldn't quite name. It wasn't just anger looking back at her from Daisy's face.
It was something wilder than that, something unhinged and burning, like whatever thin wall had been keeping Daisy's composure upright had finally given way all at once.
Daisy moved like something had taken over her body, not her wolf, not any rational part of her, but something rawer and uglier that didn't know how to stop itself.
Her legs were already carrying her forward, her gaze locked and dark, the kind of dark that doesn't leave room for second thoughts.
Seraphine planted her feet and steadied herself. She wasn't afraid, and her body moved into readiness anyway, instinct and training taking over before her mind caught up.
