Chapter 81 Seraphina

• “Karin, I don’t know what else to do!” I scream in frustration, hurling the lamp from our bedroom against the wall. The sound of the impact echoes, reverberating through the walls like a reflection of my own fury. Shards of glass fall at my bare feet, and the room seems to tremble with me. “That bitch is still alive! How did that pathetic human manage to survive the werewolf attack?”
• I pace back and forth, barefoot, feeling the cold stone floor under my feet, which only intensifies my anger. The chill of the floor contrasts with the growing heat in my body, and each step is an echo of my indignation. My nails dig into the palms of my hands as I cross the room, desperately trying to release the rage building within me.
• With every movement, my eyes catch Karin’s figure, sitting in the leather armchair in the corner of the room. He’s there, almost motionless, just watching me. His body radiates an unsettling calm, starkly contrasting the storm consuming me. He’s wearing nothing but black briefs, which cling to his muscular frame in an undeniably enticing way. There’s something absurdly sensual and provocative about his relaxed pose, as if he’s completely unbothered by my emotional hurricane. His violet eyes gleam in the dim light, fixed on me with a mix of admiration and desire. I feel the magnetism of his gaze, as if he could absorb all my anger and transform it into something else — something even more intense and dangerous.