Queen of Wolves
the voice said again, softer now.
“My Queen,” I answered quietly.
A brief silence passed.
“You may raise your head,” she said gently.
I hesitated… then slowly obeyed.
The woman before me carried herself with effortless grace. Her presence was strong, yet not suffocating. Her eyes were observant, wise, and… kind.
“I am Queen Seraphina Nightcrest,” she introduced calmly. “Mother to Dalton.” Nightcrest.
The name settled with weight.
I bowed my head slightly again. “It is an honor, my Queen.”
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