The large and well furnished building was warm compared to the storm outside, and the moment Seraphina stepped inside, a soft breath of relief escaped her lips. She had been running on empty for so long,physically, emotionally, and mentally,and now, she was finally in a place where she could relax, even if just for a moment. Nova led her down a narrow corridor, her steady steps echoing in the silence. They reached a small room with a simple bed and a wooden chair. The stone walls were adorned with tapestries of wolves, and a fire crackled softly in a corner. It wasn’t much, but it felt like a sanctuary. Seraphina’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, taking in the quiet warmth that surrounded her."Here," Nova said, her voice gentle as she placed a bowl of warm stew on the small table by the bed. "Eat. You’ll feel better."Seraphina didn’t argue. She was starving, both from the physical exhaustion of the storm and the emotional hunger gnawing at her heart. She sat down slowly, taking
Seraphina lay still, her eyes drifting between the warmth of the fire and the chill outside the window. The silence was thick, almost suffocating, but she wasn’t sure if it was the solitude of the room or the turbulence inside her own mind that weighed on her.Her thoughts raced—memories of Kael, the rejection, the pain, the betrayal. She thought about her sister, the way her heart had shattered in that moment. That was the reason she was here, wasn’t it? To escape the ghosts of her past.But the knock on the door startled her, pulling her from her thoughts. Seraphina sat up quickly, the sensation of being vulnerable creeping in. She glanced at Nova, who had just entered, her expression unreadable. Seraphina opened her mouth to speak, but the words stuck. Nova didn’t say anything either, simply turning to the door.The handle turned with a soft click, and the door creaked open. A man stepped into the room, his silhouette dark against the soft glow of the firelight. Seraphina’s heart l
"My name is Daniel," he replied with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "And I am..... Nova's friend, well I am sorry I had to come again." He hesitated for a moment before stepping closer, his eyes studying her carefully, like he was looking for something he hadn’t found yet. "I understand you’ve had quite the journey."Seraphina’s heart skipped. This man—this Daniel—he looked like Luca. He resembled him so strongly that it was impossible for her not to feel a sense of déjà vu, a connection she couldn’t ignore. But Luca was the Alpha of the pack. What was this man’s role?Daniel took a step forward, lowering his voice, as if to shield them from any prying ears. "You should know, the pack doesn’t know you’re here, Seraphina," he said quietly. "Nova has kept your arrival a secret, and I think we should keep it that way—for now."Seraphina furrowed her brow. "Why?"Daniel’s lips quirked into a small smile. "Because... I don’t think anyone outside this room would understand,its so
Seraphina’s heart raced as she stepped deeper into the darkened forest, her breath shallow in the night air. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie silver glow through the trees, their twisted branches reaching out like claws. She had been walking for hours, alone with nothing but the sound of her own footsteps to accompany her. The oppressive stillness of the forest seemed to weigh on her, thick and suffocating.She had no idea where she was going. All she knew was that she needed to keep moving, keep running. The wolves—those beasts—had been too close. She could still feel the echo of their presence, the cold breath of their gaze lingering on her skin. Their growls haunted her, their eyes predatory and calculating. What did they want with her? Why had they been so… fixated?Her mind raced with questions, each one sharper than the last, but the answers were elusive, always just out of reach. And the longer she stayed in this unfamiliar forest, the more her fear grew. The wood
___It felt like an eternity before they finally emerged from the dense trees, and Seraphina found herself standing at the edge of a small clearing. There, nestled between the towering trees, was a modest cabin. Its simple wood frame stood in stark contrast to the dark, oppressive forest around it. There was something about the cabin that felt different, almost… peaceful.The man stopped just in front of the cabin, and for the first time, he released her arm. His grip had been unyielding, but now, he stepped back and studied her with those dark, calculating eyes.“Stay here,” he ordered in a low voice, before turning and disappearing inside the cabin without another word.Seraphina stood frozen for a moment, her mind still reeling. What was happening? Who was this man? She had no answers, only confusion—and a growing sense of dread. She looked around, but the forest was quiet now. The wolves were gone. For the moment, at least.She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, her thoughts sw
As they reached the mansion, Luca led the way inside, offering Seraphina a glass of water. He motioned for his loyal maids to clean her up, but his eyes never strayed far from her.“Are you alright?” Luca asked, his voice low, his concern genuine.“I’m fine,” Seraphina replied, her voice shaking slightly. “Just… a little shaken.”Nova, standing off to the side, observed the exchange. Her eyes flicked between Seraphina and Luca, and Seraphina could feel the tension rising.“You two seem pretty close,” Nova commented, her tone teasing but edged with something darker.Seraphina hesitated, unsure how to respond. The air around them seemed to thrum with an invisible energy. She was painfully aware of Nova’s gaze, sharp, calculating. There was something lurking behind it.Edward, who had been standing silently by the door, stepped forward. “What’s your point, Nova?” he asked, his voice smooth, but there was a bite to it.Nova’s lips curled into a small smile. “No point,” she said, though he
Luca flinched at the rawness of her question. His heart twisted in his chest, but he had no answer. No way to explain how he felt."How could you even love someone you’ve only known for a few weeks?" Nova's voice was cold, almost mocking, though there was an undercurrent of pain that betrayed her outward composure.Luca's breath caught in his throat. His eyes met hers, finally, and in that moment, everything seemed to stand still. "She’s my mate, Nova," he said softly, his voice carrying a weight of truth that sent a shiver through him. "I could smell her. From the moment I met her, I knew. She’s mine."Nova’s face twisted into an expression of disbelief, and then, something colder—a cruel chuckle escaped her lips. "Are you telling me," she said, her voice laced with mockery, "that Seraphina is your mate?"Luca nodded, his expression heavy with regret and acceptance. "Yes," he murmured. "I can’t love you, Nova. I cherish you... so much, as my Beta nothing else, But I don't want to hur
—The moon hung heavy in the sky, causing a pale light over the dense woods that stretched endlessly in all directions. It was the perfect night for a hunt. The air was sharp, biting with the chill of late autumn, but it did little to deter the pack. It had been days since Seraphina and Nova had talked, Nova was angry because Luca choosed Seraphina all of a sudden.All of a sudden Luca senses were on edge, his heightened awareness attuned to every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig beneath an unseen foot. His wolf's instincts were fully awake, prowling beneath the surface of his skin, impatient to reach the mansion back.“Why are we even out here in the first place?” Seraphina asked “To hunt for myself” Luca said Seraphina's eyes widened, she prolly doesn't understand what that meant.“Hunt? For yourself?” She asked Luca smiled.“Have you always been hunting for years?” She asked and then glared at Luca, her hands at her waist “Wait, what do you even mean hunt? Animals? And who
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