Seraphina's POV
"What?"
The words hit me like a physical blow.
But before I could say anything more, before I could ask why or how or what he meant, he took a coat from one of the waiting maids and headed toward the door.
"Brother, wait—" I called after him.
He paused at the doorway, glancing back at me. "We'll discuss it tonight, Seraphina. For now, just rest and think about what you truly want." Then he was gone, the sound of the front door closing echoing through the vast mansion.
I sat there alone at the dining table, his words echoing in my mind.
Going back to the werewolf world.
But why? Why did my brother want to go back there? What could possibly be waiting for us in that place?
And more importantly... did I even want to go?
The werewolf world held nothing but painful memories for me—the abuse, the hate, the harassment. Why would Elyon want to take me back there?
