Warm tears soaked straight through Seraphine’s dress where Voren’s face stayed buried deep in the curve of her neck.
For a heartbeat she froze completely, but then the sound hit her, soft, broken, raw animal-like sobs that tore at her heart. Her eyes flew wide open in shock.
"Bloodfang, why are you crying?" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
The massive wolf who had taken over his human’s body pressed even closer, clinging to her like she was the only source of comfort in his entire world.
When he finally spoke, his rough voice came out cracked and wounded, full of genuine pain. "I made you sad, and it hurts me so much. I don’t want you to be sad anymore." His powerful arms tightened around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. "I’m sorry. I won’t hurt the pack warriors ever again."
Seraphine’s heart squeezed tight with a painful wave of tenderness she hadn’t seen coming. She never could have imagined this.
Bloodfang was the most terrifying force she had ever encountered, yet here he was, sounding like a lost, guilty pup desperate for her forgiveness.
A rush of overwhelming emotion flooded her chest as she gently threaded her fingers through Voren’s dark hair, stroking it with slow, soothing touches.
"It’s okay, Bloodfang," she murmured, her voice soft and full of warmth. "What matters most is that you understand what you did wrong and you truly want to change. That makes me so happy."
She kept running her fingers through his hair, comforting the wild wolf with every gentle caress. "I’m not sad anymore, I promise. And don’t worry, I’ll go take care of those warriors myself."
Bloodfang seemed to melt with relief at her words. "Thank you," he breathed. Slowly he pulled back just enough for her to see his face. Those pitch-black eyes were still glistening with tears as he awkwardly wiped at them with the back of his hand.
The sight was so unexpectedly sweet that Seraphine almost laughed out loud.
If it had been Voren crying, she probably would’ve teased him without mercy, but this was Bloodfang, the fierce, battle-hardened wolf who made entire armies tremble. Seeing him so vulnerable and open because of her hit her with a deep wave of affection.
For the first time, she truly understood just how much her opinion mattered to him.
"There," she said tenderly, cupping both of his cheeks in her hands. "You’re such a good boy."
Bloodfang closed his eyes immediately, leaning into her touch with pure contentment.
When those eyes opened again, the deep black had faded away, replaced by Voren’s familiar dark gaze.
"Voren," Seraphine breathed, relief crashing over her like a warm tide.
Without a second thought, she threw her arms around him. Voren hugged her back just as fiercely, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder as he held her close.
"How did it go?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity. "I was shocked he handed control back without me even asking."
Seraphine pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, a bright, radiant smile lighting up her whole face. "It went really well. At first he was being his usual naughty self."
Voren let out a low chuckle. "Yeah, that sounds exactly like him." She shook her head in amused disbelief. "But the second I brought up the warriors, he looked so guilty... and then he started crying."
Voren’s eyes widened dramatically. Inside his head, Bloodfang let out an immediate defensive growl. ’I did not cry.’ Voren nearly burst out laughing. ’Sera would never lie to me.’


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