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
Few days later “Alpha” A voice called Luca from behind, he turned back and glared at the person, it was no other person but Nova.Nova knew where he was but kept it hidden from a lot of people in the pack, ever since Theo, Luca's brother arrived the pack hasn't been the same anymore and Nova? Her loyalty still lies with Luca.“How is Seraphina?” Luca asked.There was a pause at Novas's side. The moonlight slashed through the trees, casting long shadows on the ground. A tense silence hung in the air like the calm before a storm. Nova stood at the edge of the forest, her breath shallow, her heart a battleground of conflicting emotions. In the distance, the pack’s border stretched before her like an unbreachable wall. Luca, the Alpha, stood there, his face a mask of silent anguish, torn between loyalty to his pack and a love he could no longer reach.“Seraphina is becoming stronger,” Nova said, her voice thick with unease. She could see the pain in Luca’s eyes as he stared into the vast
The forest trembled under the force of the two wolves as they clashed, their bodies ripping through the underbrush, fury and primal instinct dictating every movement. Luca’s golden eyes burned with the fury of an Alpha scorned, his wolf form radiating power as he lunged at Theo with a snarl that echoed through the trees. Theo, equally transformed, met him with a vicious growl, his eyes dark with hatred, his massive frame a perfect blend of strength and malice.Their claws scraped against each other’s fur, sending sparks of aggression into the air. Teeth collided with raw, unbridled violence as the two brothers,the Alpha and his brother Theo—fought not just for control of the pack, but for the soul of everything they once shared. For Seraphina a Luna.Luca’s teeth sunk into Theo’s shoulder, ripping through the fur and flesh with a ferocity born of desperation. Theo let out a guttural roar, his powerful hind legs bucking and sending Luca sprawling. But Luca was quick, rolling to his fee
Luca stormed into the mansion, his bloody clothes a stark contrast to the lavish decor. The scent of pine and smoke filled his nostrils. Every step felt heavy, weighed down by the battle's aftermath ,the bloodshed, loss, and betrayal that had been eating away at him.Nova walked beside him, her expression unreadable. He could feel her eyes on him, could sense the way she watched him, as if trying to gauge what he would do next. She had always been difficult to read, but tonight, her silence felt like a quiet condemnation. She wasn’t one to hold back her words when she wanted to make a point.“You know this isn’t going to be easy,” she said quietly, her voice edged with a knowing sorrow. “She won’t remember you. Not the way you remember her,she has been bewitched by Theo.”Luca didn’t reply immediately. His gaze was fixed ahead, his eyes searching the crowd of pack members who had gathered in the grand hall. He was Alpha, or at least he used to be, and now he was here, walking back int
The mansion was eerily quiet after the healer had finished tending to Luca’s wound. His side throbbed beneath the bandages, a constant reminder of his lost battle, of the fight that had only ended in failure. Even now, as the pain ebbed and flowed, his mind raced—replayed every moment of the fight with Theo, every glance exchanged between Seraphina and his brother, and the crushing finality in Seraphina’s indifference to him.He sat on the edge of his bed, the cool air of the room surrounding him like an invisible wall. His heart was still heavy, the weight of the evening’s events sinking deeper with each passing second.He could hear Nova’s soft footsteps approaching. She always moved with a quiet grace, but tonight, there was something in her presence that made Luca uneasy—something both comforting and unsettling. She had always been there, a shadow in his life, loyal and dependable—until now.Luca didn’t turn when she entered. Instead, he kept his gaze focused on the moonlight that
Seraphina entered Theo's quarters and she saw him changing his clothes, she saw the clothes which were on the floor filled with blood. “How did this happen?” She said silently but Theo didnt listen, as she gently picked up the dress with a tip of her finger, she smelled it and she noticed that it wasn't just ordinary blood, it was the blood of a wolf. The scent of the blood hung in the air, sharp and metallic. Seraphina’s eyes narrowed as she stepped closer, dropping the cloth she had been using to clean up the remnants of Theo’s injury. His wound was still fresh, though the bleeding had stopped, and her mind raced with too many questions. How did Theo, a seasoned fighter, get injured by a wolf? It didn’t make sense.Her heart pounded as she met his gaze, trying to unravel the layers of lies she knew he was wrapping around himself.“How did you get injured by a wolf?” Seraphina’s voice was steady, but beneath the calm, there was a simmering anger.Theo, lying through his teeth, glanc
The tension in the room was suffocating. The door closed behind him with a quiet click, and Seraphina didn’t need to look to know it was Theo standing there. His presence filled the space like a storm, electric and overwhelming. Her body was taut with anger, muscles coiled tight under the surface, and her thoughts churned like a maelstrom. She had been locked in this room for too long, the walls closing in on her, her instincts screaming for release.Her eyes flicked toward him, and the moment their gazes met, she felt the shift. It was subtle at first — a tightening in her chest, a sharp pull at her throat. She could feel the hunger rising within her.The thirst.Her blood was boiling, her senses heightened to an unbearable degree. She could feel every shift in the air, the rapid beat of Theo’s heart, the slight increase in his breath as he moved toward her. And then, without warning, his hand shot out, grabbing her by the wrist, yanking her toward him with surprising force.The mome
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