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
ARTEMIS’ POVWatching over Seraphina's sleeping form longer than intended, I find myself captivated by her immaculate presence, with long silk lashes and the softest pink lips slightly ajar as she sleeps, minutes before her alarm is set to go off. I wish I could be here when she wakes up, or cuddle beside her for a bit longer, but I know I can’t, not today at least. I console myself with a kiss, letting it last until I reluctantly pull away and leave a simple note by her bedside to explain my absence, then walk out the door towards school.I'm already a few minutes late for the meeting I had planned, for some very important and pressing matters. The school is practically empty, an hour before everyone else is expected to show up, as I walk in and waste no time heading towards the teacher’s lounge I’ve long since taken over, entering silently. Thankfully, everyone else is already here as planned—Jasper, Alice, Juliet, even Gabe. They look up at me the second I walk in, and I
SERAPHINA’S POVLucian's words have stuck with me longer than I want them to, and mostly because, I guess, a part of me can't shake off the subtle feeling, too. I can't place my hands on it, but there's a sense of doom that has loomed over me for a while, even before the feeling of being watched started. It's funny, though, how all day outside, I swear I feel eyes following me, but the moment I'm around Artemis or back home, I don't feel it anymore, only peace.Initially, I simply passed it off as the feeling of peace and comfort of being around my mate, but after talking with Lucian, I'm not so sure anymore. I'm scared for no reason, making me hate that bastard's guts even more for terrifying me. I try my best to de-stress from it, washing away all thoughts of Lucian for today because Artemis has completely cleared his schedule to make sure we walk to school together. It’s been only a few days since we’ve had time to spend together, but I find myself overly excited, like a