“Who is she?”

I sighed, my voice barely audible. “She’s… inside me. She lives inside me.”

Her pen stopped mid-scratch. “Inside you? Who is she?”

I nodded. “I created her… when I was five, I think. Or maybe… she’s always been there. She was born with me.”

“What’s her name?” the doctor asked softly.

“Seraphine.”

“And how did she save you?”

“I don’t remember exactly. I was going to die. But then… she came. She told me I didn’t have to die, not if I gave her what she wanted.”

“And what does Seraphine want?”

“She wants the world,” I said flatly. “She wants to burn every wolf who ever...