SERAFINA. As I walked down the hall, towards my room, all I could think of was how I'd mistaken Zahir for the cloaked Lycan. The similarities had been so uncanny. Height, demeanor, everything. It had to be some sort of illusion. I laughed to myself and waved it off. I was definitely overthinking things as usual. My fingers wrapped around the brass knob attached to my door. I twisted it open, reveling in the lavender scent that wafted into my nose. It was one thing I loved about my room. Its coziness and warmth. Just as I shut my door and padded my foot over the carpet, Dahlia stepped out of the small room adjoining the larger one where I usually slept. She had the little girl in her arms and I broke into a smile, crossing over to her. "Hello there," I cooed, brushing her dark lock of hair behind her ear. "Thank you for helping me, Dahlia." But Dahlia looked disturbed and her expression conveyed the emotion. She finally sighed and leaned against the arched w
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