~Seraphina's Pov~Seraphina sat on the worn wooden bench by the hearth, her gaze flicking to the clock every few minutes. The rhythmic tick-tock filled the room, each passing second dragging her further into a quiet, gnawing worry. It was nearly midnight now. Cora had promised she would be home by dark, and it had long since passed.Her fingers twitched, her heart uneasy. Something didn’t feel right. The stillness of the room was deafening, the silence too thick. It was as if the world had gone still, holding its breath in anticipation of something dreadful.She stood abruptly, pushing the chair back with a creak that echoed through the house. The fire crackled weakly in the corner, casting long, flickering shadows that danced on the walls. Seraphina walked across the room, the tension building in her chest. She had a sinking feeling that something was terribly wrong.Grabbing her cloak from the coat hook by the door, she pulled it over her shoulders. She didn’t know why—she didn’t nee
~Serphina's Pov~And then, like a cold wind sweeping over her, the horror of the realization hit her with full force. Rowan. Ryan. They had done this. It had to be them.Seraphina’s breath came in slow and short gasps as her eyes darted around the clearing, her heart pounding in her chest.The pieces of the puzzle began to click together in her mind, and each one filled her with an ever-deepening rage.She knew Rowan had always been after her, ever since she was a child but she could never imagined that they got hold of her sister. She had known that. But he had taken it further. Far further than she could have ever imagined. He had killed Cora. Killed her sister, the one person she loved above all else.Seraphina’s fingers clenched into fists, her nails biting into her palms as she fought to contain the fury that surged within her. No one could do this. No one could hurt Cora like this and get away with it. Not Rowan. Nor his accomplices.She would make them pay. She would make them f
The wind howled around her, pushing the rain harder against her skin, but Seraphina didn’t flinch. She couldn’t. Not now. The ground finally gave way beneath her efforts, and the hole deepened. It was only then, when she had made enough space to gently lay Cora’s body to rest, that Seraphina allowed herself to pause. She gazed down at her sister’s lifeless form, her heart ripping in two at the sight.The woman who had always stood beside her, who had protected her when they were children, who had been her one constant in this cruel world… was gone. Her only family was gone, and there was no one left to turn to.Tears blurred Seraphina’s vision, but she wiped them away quickly, her face set in grim determination. The world may have taken Cora from her, but Seraphina would not let it claim her soul too. She would take everything from them—Rowan, Ryan, anyone who had a hand in her sister’s death. She would find a way to make them suffer.The rain continued to fall, but she didn’t care. I
~Seraphina’s feet barely touched the ground as she moved through the trees, her body stiff with exhaustion, her heart heavier than it had ever been. The world around her seemed distant, muted, as though everything had shifted into another plane, one where only the pain of her loss existed. Cora’s death still felt like a cruel joke she couldn’t escape from, a nightmare that played on repeat in her mind.But there was no time for grief now.Her hands, covered in the damp, sticky earth from the grave she had dug with trembling hands, clenched into fists. She had buried Cora. She had done it herself because no one else had cared enough to help her. Not even Rowan. Not even the pack. She could still hear his voice ringing in her ears from that day, the words cold and dismissive, an accusation that cut deeper than any blade.“You’re weak, Sera. You’ll never be good enough for the pack or the world. You couldn’t even protect your sister,so how are you going to fight on her behalf”The words
---Kael stood like stone, unwavering in the face of Seraphina’s pain. His eyes, dark and intense, didn’t falter. His jaw was tight, muscles coiled with the tension of someone who had long buried their emotions beneath layers of duty and resolve. He didn’t care about the glances or the murmurs; all that mattered was the truth. The truth.“This isn’t about the pack, Seraphina,” Kael said, his voice low, rough. “This is about Cora. About what happened to her. You deserve to know the truth. We both do.”Seraphina’s heart hammered in her chest, and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. The words sank in slowly, like heavy stones in the pit of her stomach. The truth.Her lips trembled as she whispered, barely above a breath, “The truth?” She laughed softly, a sound filled with pain and regret. “The truth is that I couldn’t protect her. The truth is that I’m not good enough. I’ve never been good enough.”Her eyes were wild, frantically seeking answers she feared she’d never find. She wanted t
Seraphina’s blood ran cold. Elara. Of course. She had been waiting for this. The storm that had been simmering beneath the surface was now erupting, and it was as expected—Elara wasn’t going to let this go quietly.Kael took a step back, his posture stiffening as he broke their moment of connection. He didn’t look at Seraphina; his eyes were fixed firmly on Elara, though there was something in his gaze that betrayed his frustration.Seraphina wiped at the tears that had threatened to fall, forcing them back with a huff. The last thing she wanted was Elara’s interference. She’d had enough of it. Enough of the insults, the dismissals, the coldness from someone who clearly couldn’t understand.But Elara was relentless. She hadn’t changed. Her expression was one of disdain, as if she could barely tolerate the sight of them together.“Kael, you’re making a fool of yourself,” Elara continued, her voice sharp and unforgiving. “You told the entire pack that Seraphina would never be your mate.
As the car began to move, the rain pelting against the windows like gunfire, she finally found the strength to speak again.“Where are you taking me?” Her voice was shaky, but she fought to control it, to demand answers.The man, seated across from her, finally looked at her—his piercing eyes meeting hers through the shadows of the car. She had never seen eyes like his. They were dark, but not just dark. They seemed endless, like a storm rolling in from far across the horizon.He was handsome—breathtakingly so. His jawline was sharp, his lips thin but perfectly sculpted, and his hair, dark and damp from the rain, fell around his face in a way that made him look both feral and regal.But there was something else. Something about him that stirred her, something that demanded both fear and awe.He spoke then, his voice calm but laced with an undeniable authority. “I’m taking you somewhere safe.”Safe? She scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. Safe from what? She didn’t know who he w
–Luca was already getting tired, he doesn't know how he could convince Seraphina to go back with him, he knew no one would believe anything just like that.“I will go back and deal with my problems alone and in my own way, do not meddle in anything, I don't need you. I never asked for you to come into my life, you are just a man who wants to control everything around you, arent you? But I am sorry, I am not the perfect woman who would fit in that position that you want” Seraphina spat in anger, with tears streaming down her face.The silence that followed with thick tension. Luca didnt react, not even a flicker in his eyes. he simply kept driving, the storm outside and the storm inside her both swirling with equal force, it was a night to remember, tough and sad. Seraphina couldn't stay silent any longer. She twisted in her seat, her eyes burning with fury. “You think you know everything? You think you can just walk in and tell me what to do? Who are you really? I am different, I am
Luca’s uncle, Victor, stepped forward, his calculating eyes fixed on Luca. His presence alone carried the weight of authority, a man who had spent years manipulating the shadows to his advantage. His lips curled into something between a smirk and a sneer as he addressed his nephew.“If you truly want to be king, you must denounce her as your Luna,” Victor said, his voice smooth, deliberate. “The pack will never accept a woman like her. Not with war on the horizon.”Luca’s jaw clenched. “You want me to betray my mate?”“I want you to lead,” Victor countered, his tone sharpening. “The Raven Clan’s leader will march his warriors against us at dawn. This is not a time for weakness. It is a time for sacrifice.”Before Luca could respond, the door swung open.“In your dreams,” Seraphina’s voice rang out, firm and unyielding. She stepped into the room, her presence commanding. There was no hesitation in her movements as she locked eyes with Victor. “Tomorrow, the leader of the Raven Clan wil
Luca’s voice cut through the tension, his command clear and firm. “Continue your training,” he ordered, his eyes scanning the young warriors, who instantly resumed their sparring with renewed focus. He didn’t wait for them to finish before stepping toward Seraphina, guiding her with a firm but gentle touch toward the mansion.Seraphina walked beside him in silence, her mind still reeling from the conversation at Cora’s grave. Every step felt heavy, like the weight of the world was pressing down on her chest. But it wasn’t just the loss she’d encountered—it was the realization that her life was shifting in ways she couldn’t control. And Luca... Luca had become a constant force in her life, one that she wasn’t sure how to navigate anymore.Once inside, Luca led her into a quiet sitting room. The thick, velvet curtains shielded them from the light of the world outside. He closed the door behind them, his eyes never leaving her.“Sit,” he instructed, his tone quieter now, but no less inte
Rowan stood in the dimly lit chamber, his fingers gripping the edge of the wooden table. Maps were scattered before him, some marked with red ink, others with clawed scratches that told stories of battle plans and bloodshed. His mind, however, was far from war at that moment.Nova stood across from him, her expression unreadable, her presence as cold and calculated as ever.“You should have told me sooner,” Rowan muttered, his voice low but edged with something dangerous.Nova’s voice was a whisper in the shadows, the kind that lingered like a cold breeze. Rowan sat at the edge of the table, his eyes narrowed, waiting for the next revelation. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on his face, but it was Nova’s words that held his attention completely.“You’re right to be suspicious,” Nova said, her voice low and laden with intent. She leaned forward, the flicker of the flames dancing in her gaze. “Luca isn’t who you think he is.”Rowan’s jaw tightened. “I know that. But what e
The air was crisp, a sharp chill hanging in the autumn breeze as Seraphina stood in the clearing, her heart heavy. She could feel the weight of everything pressing down on her as she knelt beside the small grave, the mound of earth a reminder of the past she could never fully escape. The flowers in her hand — vibrant and delicate — trembled slightly, as if they too could feel the sorrow that filled the space.The memories of Cora, her sister, flooded her mind like a crashing wave. It had been years since she had last visited this place, years since she had said goodbye to the only family she had ever known. And yet, the pain of that loss was still as raw as the day they buried her.She placed the flowers gently on the grave, her fingers lingering on the cold stone that marked her sister’s final resting place. The name etched into the stone — Cora, beloved sister and daughter. The words felt too small, too insignificant to honor the woman Cora had been.Seraphina’s breath caught in her
The journey to the Ravenclaw Pack had been long, but Seraphina moved with purpose. The battle with the rogues had left her shaken, yet it had awakened something within her—a force she wasn’t sure she could control. Every step she took forward was another step into the unknown, yet there was no turning back.By the time she reached the Ravenclaw Pack’s borders, dawn was breaking over the horizon, casting a golden glow over the towering pines. The moment she stepped onto their land, she felt it—a shift in the air, a silent acknowledgment of her presence. She wasn’t just another traveler passing through. They had been expecting her.Two guards blocked her path, their expressions unreadable as they stood with their spears crossed before her. Their postures were rigid, their scents laced with suspicion.“Halt,” one of them ordered, his voice firm. “State your purpose.”Seraphina didn’t even blink. “I don’t repeat myself,” she said coolly.A tense silence followed, the guards exchanging war
The journey from the stronghold to the Ravenclaw Pack was one of solitude, and in that solitude, Seraphina found herself lost in thought. The dense trees of the forest whispered in the wind, and the distant howls of wolves echoed in the night, the rhythmic beat of her heart matching the pulsing energy around her. With every mile she put between herself and Luca, every step further into the wilderness, a part of her felt lighter, more free. But with the newfound freedom came the weight of uncertainty.She had chosen this path, this road to Ravenclaw, for reasons she hadn’t fully understood until now. She wasn’t running away from anything, but rather toward something — a piece of herself, a fragment of the past that could shape her future. The Ravenclaw Pack wasn’t just an old alliance, it was a part of her bloodline. It was something she had never fully embraced, but now she had no choice. To move forward, she had to confront the past.And yet, as her journey stretched on into the unkn
Seraphina met his gaze, her expression unreadable. Her lips were pressed into a firm line, but there was a hint of something softer beneath her resolve — a vulnerability, perhaps, that Luca had never seen before.“I need to talk to you,” she said quietly, crossing the room to stand before him. There was no anger in her voice this time, no sharpness. Just a calm certainty that unsettled him more than anything else.Luca exhaled slowly, his hand still resting on the back of the chair. “I think we’ve said enough already, Seraphina,” he replied, his voice low. “I’ve made my decision.”Seraphina’s eyes flickered with something — confusion, perhaps, or frustration — before she spoke again. “This isn’t about that,” she said, her voice steady. “This is about me.”Luca raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued despite himself. “What about you?”“I need to go,” Seraphina said, her voice dropping to a whisper, almost as if she were unsure of how he would react. “I need to visit the Ravenclaw Pack.
Seraphina’s mind raced, her pulse quickening. “Who is this so-called uncle? What is his true intention?”Martha hesitated for a long moment, as if weighing how much she could say. She finally sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as the weight of the truth seemed to settle on her.“Luca trusts him, but he doesn’t know that our uncle doesn’t wish him anything good,” Martha said, her voice tight. “He only wants the throne. He always has. He’s been waiting for this moment — waiting for Luca to make a mistake, to falter. And now that he has, our uncle is moving in, trying to manipulate him, pull him into his web.”Seraphina’s eyes narrowed, her mind trying to piece the puzzle together. “So you’re telling me that his uncle is trying to use Luca to take control of the pack?”Martha nodded, her expression grim. “Exactly. And it’s not just the pack that’s at risk. It’s Luca himself. He’s walking right into a trap.”Seraphina’s chest tightened with a mixture of anger and fear. She could feel
The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a blade. Seraphina stood near the fireplace, arms crossed, her gaze locked on Luca with a mix of disbelief and frustration. The flames cast flickering shadows across her face, accentuating the sharpness of her features and the defiance in her eyes.Luca, seated at the head of the long wooden table, was a picture of calm—on the surface. But beneath that controlled exterior, there was something dangerous brewing. His jaw was tight, his hands curled into fists against the armrests of the chair.“So, tell me, Luca,” Seraphina began, her voice deceptively light. “What exactly is your grand plan now that your uncle is back, I am sure you two talked about the greatness of this pack, didn’t you?”Luca exhaled through his nose. He didn’t like the challenge in her voice, but he had expected it. Seraphina had never been the kind to sit back and accept things without questioning them.“I want the humans in the pack to train.” His voice was firm