SERAPHINA’S POV
By morning, the word "Sovereign" still felt unreal.
I had barely slept after Kieran carried me back from the northern lake. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw moonlight breaking over the water, felt that molten pain carving down my spine, heard Kieran’s hoarse voice saying the words neither of us had been fully prepared to hear.
‘You ascended.’
The silver markings across my back had completed beneath the full moon, and my power had settled into me with a terrifying kind of silence, like an ocean gone still because it no longer needed to prove its depth.
Silver wolf. Sovereign-level psychic.
I, the woman who had spent most of her life believing she was weak and powerless, was suddenly one of the most powerful beings in existence. I couldn't wrap my head around it.
Kieran noticed every time I drifted too far into my own thoughts.
