Chapter 8

Seraphina's POV I threw the last pair of jeans into my suitcase. It felt heavy, but I felt so light for the first time in days. The decision to stay with the Nightveil Pack for a while felt more and more right every time I thought about it. "You don't need to bring so much," my mother said from the doorway. "It's only temporary, remember?" I looked at her with a small smile. "I know, Mom." My mother came closer and gently stroked my hair. Her blue eyes looked at me with a mix of love and worry. "Seraphina, you know you don't have to run away, right? You can stay here. Dad and I will protect you from Julian and… Darius." Hearing the name of my former fiancé still felt like a knife stabbing my heart, but not as painful as it had been a few days ago. I shook my head. "I'm not running away, Mom. I need time to think, to find myself again." I took a deep breath. "Besides, Callista has already prepared a room for me." "Hmm." My mother didn't look entirely convinced. "And what about their Alp