SERAPHINA’S POV
Nightfang felt different the next morning.
Sharp. Tense in the way a room became in the nanoseconds between a glass tipping off a shelf and the moment it shattered against the floor.
By the time I walked into the operations room, every monitor along the far wall was already flooded with headlines, interview clips, territory statements, and rapidly spreading commentary from both the human and werewolf networks.
Lacy, a Nightfang tech, looked up from one of the laptops, exhaustion carved beneath her eyes.
“You’re right on time, Luna,” she said grimly. “It’s better you watch it live.”
Kieran stood near the center table with Ethan and Corin, all three staring at one of the screens with expressions that immediately tightened something in my chest.
“What's happening?” I asked.
All three turned to me with identical tight expressions that made my breath catch.
I turned to the screen, and it all made sense.
Marcus Draven appeared on-screen.
