Chapter 107 A Love Rekindled Among The Flames

The acrid scent of charred wood and ash hung in the air as Seraphine and Ash surveyed the smoldering remains of the once-beautiful monastery on the edge of the battlefield. The battle was done, but the war was far from won. Bounty hunters were strewn out over the ruins, their limbs tangled and twisted, the bits of the First Pack's attack scattered about them. But for all the triumph, the quiet was heavy with the foreboding of what still waited. Seraphine's golden gaze danced over the devastation, but her thoughts weren't on the enemy who had fallen. She was hunting for something deeper, something inside of her. The experience with the Primordial had been a watershed, a time when she had felt the full extent of her heritage. The ability that had lain dormant within her for so long had come to life in a manner that she could no longer ignore. She could no longer deny that she was more than a mercenary, more than a survivor. She was the last of the Bloodborn, and that fact was slowly changing the way she saw everything around her, including Ash.