SERAPHINA’S POV
By the end of the day, I was walking on air, filled with the kind of lightness that came after surviving something sharp enough to cut through bone.
The “WE KNOW SERA” video had detonated across every network faster than we could track.
Marcus’ interview kept circulating, but now every repost was buried beneath comments defending me, mocking him, or outright calling him manipulative.
And somehow, the narrative surrounding the silver wolf had begun twisting again.
People who had spent the morning calling me a monster were now posting old legends about silver wolves protecting territories, comparing me to mythical guardians and ancient heroes, as if the world had suddenly decided silver fur was now cinematic, not terrifying.
For the first time in days, when I walked through the packhouse corridors, I did not feel the weight of whispers pressing into my back.
Instead, people smiled, waved, and congratulated me.
