SERAPHINA’S POV
My wide eyes took in the small, fierce face that appeared on the screen, a jolt sparking through my chest.
Ava.
She stood in what looked like one of Nightfang’s training rooms, shoulders squared, chin lifted, green eyes shining with the same defiance that had once made her bite my hand in Moonlight Alley.
My breath caught.
“What is this?” Ethan murmured.
No one answered.
Because none of us knew.
On-screen, Ava glanced at someone behind the camera, then looked forward again as if she were preparing to fight the entire world with nothing but her voice.
“My name is Ava,” she said. Her voice trembled at first, but only for a moment.
“I don’t know much about politics. I don’t know what a silver wolf is supposed to be. I don’t care what scary old books say or what some mean Alpha on TV wants everyone to believe.”
Ava swallowed, and her voice steadied. “But I know Sera. And I know what she did for me.”
