Seraphine felt the color drain from her face the second she heard the name. Athaliah.
For a split second, her fingers tightened around the phone like it was a lifeline. Of course, she knew exactly who Athaliah Spencer was—every werewolf in the community did.
Years ago, their paths had crossed at the training academy before Athaliah headed off to France. Not long after, Seraphine had landed her scholarship and moved to New York to chase her dreams in medicine. Their lives had taken completely different roads from there.
Athaliah had become everything the werewolf world put on a pedestal: elegant, composed, graceful, and stunningly beautiful in that way that made heads turn the moment she walked into any room.
