Chapter 7 Seraphina

Seraphina's POV

A tall broad-shouldered man with shoulder-length brown hair and piercing blue eyes. I would recognize those cerulean blue eyes anywhere.

Alpha Callan Forte of the Night Walker Pack stood over a pile of dead rogues, and next to him was Alpha Constantine of the Nordic Pack. Alpha Constantine’s signature short curly hair and fair skin covered in freckles would make him recognizable anywhere. Both men were ungodly ripped with muscles and chiseled abdominal muscles. The rogues that had been about to attack me retreated into the wooded canopy behide the Alphas.

“Well, look what we have here,” Constantine teased. Are you lost, little wolf?” He continued. I hated being called that. I knew my wolf was a little smaller than theirs, but due to my alpha genes, I was still larger than the other wolves in the pack.

They seemed buddy-buddy for two people who should be enemies. Alpha Callan was known for her dictatorial and authoritarian leadership style. Over the years he had taken