SERAPHINA’S POVThe warmth of his arms engulfs me, and I feel safe again. I realize I never want to let go or stray too far from his presence. Being away was unbearably painful. Dealing with so much alone, the creeping loneliness momentarily shattered my mind. I never want to face that again, to give up on myself as I had just moments before he appeared.“I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait for you anymore, I had to show up,” he apologizes, inhaling deeply, taking in my scent to calm himself. He knew he could have let me handle it alone, but impatience won over him.Guilt floods me, knowing I was about to let myself be sold off, struck by the heartbreaking realization that my mother never wanted me. I want to reverse everything, realizing there’s something worth returning to, a purpose to all this struggle – the most important one now standing before me. I smile, tears leaking from my eyes.“I know, I’m sorry I was away for so long.”He looks through my smile, observing me a second longer
ARTEMIS’ POVI leave Sera alone in her room once we get back. She retreats into the back of her mind, silent and unresponsive. I can feel her troubled emotions clashing around, yet I'm crippled by my inability to assist her or at least alleviate a significant portion of the pain she bears.I exit the room after she mumbles a request to be left alone, understanding her need to decompress from everything—the betrayal by her mother and the revelation of her father's death. It's mostly my fault; I wish I had never suggested finding her mother. Yet, maybe she needed to know, to put it all behind her. Guards are stationed at her door to ensure her comfort before I leave.Before heading down to the little building, already evacuated, with the human girls taken somewhere safe before they can be reunited with their families or find a new home, I walk into the building and down to the basement where I was told they kept my mate for a few hours before deciding to sell her off like property.
ARTEMIS’ POVHer face begins to twitch as she tries her hardest to maintain her composure, but it all eventually crumbles. She's forced to relive every scene that shattered her mind before she finally snapped, resigning herself to the only life she knew how to live—one that involved placing all the blame and hatred on the one thing she never wanted in her seemingly happy existence.She grips and pulls at her hair, shaking her head and denying everything over and over again until she becomes a complete, wailing mess. This confirms everything I need to know. Sera did kill the man, but he deserved it. He likely would have come for her next, after dealing with his obsessive wife, hoping to start fresh with his new infatuation. Instead, Sera saved her—a reality Cassandra has spent her entire life denying, rewriting the narrative in her head just to keep on living.The rest, of course, is conjecture, pieced together from known facts and behavioral patterns, but I'm almost certain
SERAPHINA’S POVSleep evades me tonight, forcing me to relive every tragic moment of today, flash after flash in my memory. I try to block them out, but nothing works, and I’m hit by a constant wave of guilt and self-doubt. I killed a man, my own father, and so she hated me, so much so that she wanted nothing to do with me. Perhaps I deserved it, every bit of her curated hatred for what I am, for what I stand for. I had hoped to find more reason to love myself on this journey; instead, I’m hit by the opposite at every turn.My hand traces the empty spot on the bed, wishing I hadn’t kicked Artemis out so harshly, hadn’t requested space on my own, and now the silence I’m engulfed in swallows me whole, eating away at my existence. I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore, yet I fail to realize the more I push people away in a bid to protect them, the more I wound them. Olivia being the perfect example.The door slamming open startles me, and I roll off it from fright, falling on my b
SERAPHINA’S POV"Oh my god..." The words escape my lips before I realize it, and I fall backward while my head spins over and over again. Artemis reaches for my hand, squeezing it tightly, his eyes mirroring the same realization dawning on me. If what we've just learned is true, it could explain everything—why there hasn't been another, why it's only ever been me. Why neither my mom nor dad knew anything about my magic. My mind is completely blown.The old man chuckles, pulling my attention away from Artemis and his away from me. His cackle is momentarily terrifying before he pauses to look directly at me, and only me, with an eerie light of interest glinting in his eyes that wasn’t there before. “You’re one, aren’t you—an Astria witch.”His question catches me completely off guard, knocking me off balance before I can process it, and my expression turns more shocked and terrified than I intend, inadvertently confirming his suspicions. “I don’t know what you’re talking
SERAPHINA’S POVI’m completely quiet and speechless once we leave Horatio's little hut, stunned from the information I've received, sharing Grendaline's pain that must have been unimaginable. So many questions are answered, yet I'm left with so much more.“Are you okay?” Artemis asks the second we walk back into our rented room, coming from behind and holding me close in his arms. I lean back against him.“I don’t know what to feel or think anymore. You heard what was done to those people, my people; the unjust mass murdering and killing.”“Yeah. I feel terrible knowing I’m related to the bastard who caused it all,” he frowns deeply. I wonder why he had to kill them when he had already taken out their queen. What was the point of going even further, to curse her grave by killing the people she couldn’t protect anymore, killing her child as well. Did he even ever love her?“What I’m more confused by is how someone like him became a Lycan,” Artemis muses, thinking out loud.
SERAPHINA’S POVThe weekend rolls by quickly, putting everything that happened in the rogue pack behind us, but I still can’t forget the experience of meeting my mother. It hits me in my dreams on nights when I think a bit too much and the world weighs heavy on my shoulders. But with Artemis's help, his comforting touch and words, I put it behind me most of the time. It happened years ago and out of self-defense. It was terrible, and I still feel guilt, but dwelling on it would never help what needs to be done to make sure it never happens again. Strangely enough, the passion between Artemis and me has only gotten stronger.I’m woken up by soft, gentle kisses pressed against the back of my neck, with stronger hands wedged tightly against my waist, my back pressed into his chest, and a hard-on grinding against my lower back. The instant pleasure ignites sparks across the surface of my skin, but I’m not surprised by the contact, leaning against his touch, moaning the second
SERAPHINA’S POVClasses are more boring and dull than I remembered, and I'm unable to focus on any of them long enough, which ends up making me feel as though I'm wasting my time. I could be where Artemis is, helping him issue new laws and ordinances, assisting him against those bickering old noble wolves who think they're better than everyone else, or better still, mastering my magic. It's only been a few days, but I've been practicing forming small balls of raw energy, shifting tiny pebbles with my mind, even channeling my shadow to move at will. I could be doing all that and learning spells from my book; instead, I'm stuck here having to attend classes. I used to love them until my life took a very unexpected turn, and now, I just can't stop feeling like there should be something more. They should be teaching everyone else about what really happened to the innocent civilization their ruler murdered in cold blood as soon as he attained power through mysterious means. I