Malric's Pov

Seraphine stood up slowly, her cold silver eyes locking on mine as if she could see right through me. Her voice came low but firm.

"Step closer."

I did. My steps were heavy, yet I moved anyway, stopping right beside the bed where Delilah lay. Her small frame trembled violently, her breathing uneven, her pale skin drenched in sweat. For a moment, something twisted in my chest, something I didn't want to name.

"Stretch out your hands," Seraphine ordered, already reaching into that small leather bag she never went anywhere without.

I obeyed without a word, palms steady even though Joraka, my Lycan, growled deep inside me, restless...