—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
—The wind howled through the trees, sweeping the fallen leaves into chaotic spirals beneath the towering trunks. The full moon hung high above, casting a cold, silver light on the forest floor, illuminating the tense faces of Seraphina and Luca. There was an electric charge in the air, as if nature itself held its breath, waiting for the inevitable clash.Luca’s senses were razor-sharp, his every instinct attuned to the world around him. His pulse raced with a dangerous rhythm, his wolf stirring beneath his skin, hungry for action. The pack was closing in. He could smell them could hear their ragged breathing, their growls, the soft thud of paws against the ground as they crept closer, surrounding them.“Are they following us?” Seraphina whispered, her voice barely a murmur against the wind, but the tension in her tone was clear. Her eyes scanned the darkness, seeking out the shadows that moved between the trees.Luca’s jaw tightened. He inhaled sharply, the sharp, metallic scent of
__Seraphina woke up in the mansion, Nova sitting next to her, she looked around, her eyes searching for Luca.The air inside the mansion was heavy, the silence deafening as Seraphina stood at the doorway of the room, staring at Nova, who was seated in a chair, her posture tense and rigid. The warmth of the fire crackling in the heart seemed at odds with the coldness that had settled between them.“Looking for Luca? He’s not here,” Nova said, her voice sharp, laced with bitterness. “He’s in his room, taking care of himself.”Seraphina’s heart skipped a beat. Luca. The sentence hung in the air, thick with meaning, but Seraphina could barely process it. The tension between her and Nova was palpable, like the storm that had been brewing in the skies for days before it finally broke.“Is he alright?” Seraphina’s voice was quiet, hesitant, as though she were afraid to ask. Nova’s anger was almost palpable, and Seraphina didn’t want to make things worse.“Thanks to you, he’s injured.” Nova’s
Seraphina turned away, her eyes searching the room for something anything that could make sense of this mess. She had thought things would be different when she arrived at the mansion. She had thought that maybe, just maybe, she could find a place among the wolves, a place where she could belong. But now, everything had changed. The weight of Nova’s words hung heavily around her, suffocating.Luca’s face flashed in her mind his kind eyes, his reassuring presence and for a moment, she felt a pang of sorrow deep in her chest. Why? She could feel her resolve breaking, crumbling under the pressure of Nova’s anger. She had never wanted to cause anyone pain, least of all Luca. But it seemed like there was no escaping the truth now—she was no longer wanted here.“You’re wrong, Nova,” Seraphina said, her voice filled with quiet strength. She could feel her chest tighten with the weight of her own words. “I never asked for any of this. But I won’t just leave because you want me to. I have a r
Seraphina’s heart thundered in her chest as she stepped away from the mansion’s front doors. The cool night air slapped against her face, but it did nothing to soothe the burning ache in her stomach. She had thought that the wolves, this strange and wild family, would be her salvation. She had thought that, in time, she could earn their trust and make a place for herself. But now, as the door clicked shut behind her, she felt as if the very ground beneath her feet was giving way, pulling her into a pit of despair.Her thoughts swirled like storm clouds. The words Nova had spat at her echoed in her mind, sharp and unforgiving. “Luca doesn’t want you here. He doesn’t need you here.” The bitterness in Nova’s tone had cut deeper than any blade ever could. Seraphina had always known that Nova would see her as a threat, but to hear it spoken aloud, so coldly, had shattered her more than she cared to admit.Luca’s face, though, still lingered in her mind. His kind eyes, his soft words, the w
Few Days after Luca introduced Seraphina as his mate, Luca began to teach Seraphina how she could know her powers because it's important for her as the Luna of the pack to be stronger, she can't be too weak.The moon was full, casting a silver glow over the dense forest, illuminating the trees in eerie shadows. Seraphina stood at the edge of the woods, her heart racing. She hadn’t felt the change coming, not this time. It had hit her faster, harder, and now, all she could feel was the pull, an insatiable hunger that twisted inside her, gnawing at her insides like fire.Her breath was shallow, and her vision blurred as she tried to fight it, as she always did. But she knew, deep down, it was hopeless. The wolf was always waiting, lurking beneath the surface, ready to rip its way out.“Sera, you need to go inside. It’s almost here,” a voice called from behind her, and she turned, her human side grasping at the fleeting words.It was Theo—her mate's older brother, the important member of
Seraphina sat beside Theo, cradling his head in her lap, her hands trembling as they gently pressed against the deep gashes on his side. The blood had slowed, but the damage was done—he’d taken the brunt of her fury, trying to hold her back, trying to keep her from doing what she didn’t even fully understand.She could still feel the rage pulsing beneath her skin, the animal urges lingering just under the surface, like a fire waiting to reignite. But now, in the quiet aftermath, the wolf was silent, retreating into the corners of her mind. Maybe it was just as afraid of what had happened as she was.Her throat tightened as she looked down at him, her heart heavy with guilt.Theo’s breathing was shallow, but he was alive. The worst of the wounds were already closing—he was healing faster than a normal human ever could. That was the thing about being a werewolf: even in the worst of pain, the body had a way of mending itself, the blood flowing in ways that humans couldn’t understand. Bu
The moon hung high above the forest, casting a cold light over the clearing where Seraphina and Theo sat. The rest of the pack had gathered in a loose circle around them, their eyes fixed on Kiera. She could feel their gazes, weighted with understanding, confusion, and something else—something she hadn’t expected.Acceptance.Grayson stepped forward first, his large frame casting a shadow over the group. He was the pack’s enforcer, the one who kept the peace and upheld the rules. But as he looked at Seraphina, his expression softened, and for the first time, she saw a flicker of something human behind the stoic mask he wore so well.“Seraphina,” he said, his voice deep and measured, “this isn’t easy. But you don’t have to carry this burden alone. None of us do.”Her chest tightened at the words, the weight of everything she’d been hiding pressing down on her once more. She had never truly allowed herself to be part of the pack, not in the way that Theo had asked. She had always kept a
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