Voren's face darkened with a storm of quiet fury, yet the steady calm that settled across Seraphine's features told him she was more than ready to handle whatever came next on her own terms.
Most of the guests had already started drifting back toward the pack house now that the heavy snow had been cleared from the paths, giving Voren the privacy he needed to speak with Alpha Killian, whose hard gaze remained locked on Athaliah like he was still trying to make sense of exactly what she saw in Corvine.
Seraphine turned her attention fully to the cluster of people still standing in front of her, the ones who had once meant everything to her.
She had poured every scrap of love and care she possessed into them, only to watch them grind that kindness into the dirt under their boots without a second thought.
Just as she parted her lips to speak, her eyes drifted toward the gym entrance where Ravyn stood motionless, his expression carved into something completely unreadable.
