Novels by Teresa

Elara's POVOne of Alpha Daven's rogues carried me on his back till we got out of my sister's sight, then dropped me on the ground with a thud. I straightened my back to ease the pain. I didn't think Seraphine would realize I was gone so soon. These men were supposed to have taken me away before Seraphine managed to find out I was gone. I don't know why she had been hellbent on leaving Redmoon so quickly, she ruined all my plans, and now I had to think of a way out. ---------- A few hours earlier. I watched Seraphine as she turned to leave. She seemed to think everything that was happening was her fault. Well, technically, it was, if she had not insisted that we leave Redmoon in the middle of the night, we wouldn't have been attacked and no one would be so tired and injured. Grabbing the clothes she gave me, I walked to the back of the camp. After changing, I made a slow whistle and a black pigeon flew in and perched on my shoulder. Looking around to make sure there was no one looking

Seraphine stared in shock, the bodyguard had just confirmed the stranger's words. " She ordered me to contact the rogues and arrange Alpha Carlson’s assassination. She told me to get him out of the way." He said hastily. Seraphine felt a momentary wave of relief and then anger washed over her. "Why would she do this? What is her plan?" She didn't get to finish her question before he pulled a white potion out of his pocket and poured it into his mouth before any of them could blink. Her eyes widened as his mouth started foaming almost immediately. The stranger immediately sprung to action, he turned the bodyguard's head upside down and tried to make him spill out the potion, but it was already late, his body convulsed a few times before he became still with his eyes staring lifelessly into space and his lips turning black. Seraphine stared at what just happened in horror, "What in the seven worlds just happened ?" she asked. "He ingested poison. It is a common practice with assassins.

" The Alpha of the Bluemoon pack is dead, and I am the only witness," she whispered, the severity of the situation dawning on her. "They can't possibly think you were the one that killed him, right? Let's just be glad the rogues have left now, they will most certainly regroup and come soon, so we need to leave." Gareth said. However, Seraphine's troubles were far from over. Within the next few hours, rumors would spread that she was the one responsible for Carlson's death. The witches would believe that she had betrayed them, and seek retribution. Soraya would most likely be convinced that Seraphine had orchestrated the assassination and call for her capture. Worry made her insides twist as she wondered how she could get herself out of this situation. Just then, "Seraphine,"she heard her name being called. She turned, and it was Soraya, her voice cold and cutting. "We need to talk." Seraphine straightened, meeting Soraya's gaze with steely determination. "I have nothing more to say to

Seraphine squinted her eyes as the rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains. She had spent most of the night thinking of a way out, and now it was time to make a decision. She got ready for the day and left her room. The pack house was silent as she descended the stairs. Soraya and some other witches were already waiting for her in the main hall. Joining forces with the Bluemoon Pack would give her more power, security and a means to defeat her enemies, but it also meant turning her back on everything her pack had stood for, betraying the legacy her father had fought and died to protect. The witches' eyes followed Seraphine as she approached. Soraya’s gaze was sharp and expectant. "Have you made your decision, Seraphine?" she asked, her voice echoing through the hall. Taking a deep breath, Seraphine straightened her back and squared her shoulders to put on a bold font: "I have. I am sorry, but I cannot align with you, Soraya. The cost is too high. It is something I can re

Seraphine retired to her room for the night, her mind racing with new discoveries and realizations. She had to make a decision that would ensure both her safety and that of her pack. The Bluemoon pack was being ruled by witches!. "How is that even possible?", she thought. As she entered the room, she closed the door quietly behind her and leaned against it with a sigh, closing her eyes. She missed the comfort of the room she had shared with Alaric back at Bloodmoon, but all that seemed like another lifetime now, she felt like she had aged a little in the past few days. The flickering light from the single candle on the nightstand painted her features in a mosaic of a shadow on the wall opposite her. She stared at her shadow for a long while and let out a deep breath trying to calm the storm brewing within her. Choosing Alpha Carlson as the Alpha King means joining forces with the witches and the Bluemoon pack. It means granting power to the witches, to the people who had been forced i

Out of everything Seraphine had expected her to say, a prophecy was the least of her expectations. "What are you talking about?" She asked. "It was foretold by the chief priestess of our pack a hundred years ago." Seraphine's brow furrowed. She had been curious to hear what Soraya had to say, but nothing had prepared her for this. "A prophecy? About me? That sounds... impossible." Soraya leaned forward, her silver hair catching the light, giving her an almost otherworldly appearance. "Not impossible, dear. It is written in the stars. A Luna will rise, one who will endure immense trials and tribulations, yet she will be the one to unite all the packs." Seraphine felt a chill run down her spine. "Luna? You mean... me?" "Yes, you, you are a beacon of hope to our people," Soraya replied, her eyes glinting with conviction. "You possess the strength and the spirit that was mentioned in the prophecy. You have been destined to bring unity and harmony to our world, but the journey will not be