Seraphina stood motionless by the window, her breath barely audible as she watched Luca in the distance, the soft, melancholic notes of the flute filling the night air. The sight of him, sitting there in the clearing with the instrument pressed to his lips, stirred something within her, a vague sensation of something long buried, something deeply familiar, but lost just beyond her grasp. Her heart ached, a sharp pang of longing that she couldn’t explain.The moonlight bathed him in a soft, ethereal glow, casting long shadows over the grass as he played. The sound of the flute drifted in gentle waves, the melody both haunting and beautiful. It seemed to carry with it an essence of sorrow, as if the music itself were mourning something—a lost love, a forgotten past, or perhaps an unspoken truth that neither of them had the courage to face.Seraphina’s fingers tightened on the windowsill as she leaned closer, her breath fogging up the glass. There was something about the way Luca played
Nova nodded, the satisfaction in her smile unmistakable. “Of course. It’s none of your business, so you better behave in this pack, I don't want you after Luca anymore, I love your new self, this isnt bring you down if you keep to it” she said, her voice almost too sweet. She turned on her heel and made her way to the door, the click of her heels against the floor echoing softly as she left.“I will remember your threats and act wisely Nova” I said with a warm smile.Nova nodded with a sly smile “Luca would be mine now and you belong to Theron, he would make me his mate and I will make sure to banish you out of this pack once I become the queen”Seraphina remained still, her eyes trained on the now-empty space where Nova had stood. She waited a beat before walking slowly toward the window once more. She didn’t have to look outside to know Luca was still there, his figure framed by the forest, the melody of his flute still haunting the air.She moved to the window and placed her hand g
Luca didn’t see her as he played.The soft breeze played with the ends of his dark hair, his features hidden in the shadows cast by the surrounding trees. The flute in his hands wasn’t just an instrument—it was a lifeline. A way for him to cope, to make sense of the disjointed thoughts that had plagued him for as long as he could remember. It wasn’t just the melody he played for Seraphina; it was his way of speaking without speaking, of reaching out to someone who had always been just beyond his grasp.His thoughts were a tangle of confusion and longing, but the music—the music always made sense.For years, Luca had kept his distance from the heart of Seraphina’s world. He had always known that there was something more to her—something that he couldn’t quite understand but couldn’t walk away from either. The strange connection they shared, a bond that had never fully been explained, had always kept him on the outside. He had never been part of her world. But tonight, as he played, the
And After that night things changed, Seraphina changed because she knew she had a goal to complete and she wouldn't let anyone, not even Nova ruin it.It was around Eight A.M in the morning, everyone had woken up because they all live in the same mansion as they all should. The maids had cooked for those who could eat meal and for those who could not would go out to hunt, Seraphina couldn't eat human foods anymore, she kept wanting raw animals and their bloods because Theron had poisoned her mind.The mansion was still shrouded in the remnants of the night, the pale light of morning slipping through the heavy curtains. A quiet stillness hung in the air as the servants bustled through the halls, preparing breakfast for the pack. The aroma of sizzling meat filled the space, but there was no joy in the air, no chatter, only the unspoken tension that had settled over everyone after the events of the previous night.Seraphina sat at the grand dining table, her posture rigid, her eyes scanni
The silence in the mansion had settled like a dense fog, thick and unyielding. It was the kind of quiet that carried weight—a silence that was heavy with unspoken words and fractured emotions. Seraphina could feel it pressing on her chest, suffocating her with every breath. The transformation inside her was not just physical; it was deeply psychological, gnawing at her mind with every passing moment. She was no longer the woman she had once been, and she knew that the others could feel it too.Seraphina’s eyes remained locked on the jug in front of her, her fingers curling around its cold glass. The scent of fresh blood, rich and intoxicating, filled her senses, drowning out everything else. Her pulse quickened, the primal hunger roaring inside her, clawing at the walls of her control. She had to feed. The craving for blood, raw and untamed, consumed her thoughts.She took a long, deliberate sip, the metallic taste of blood coating her tongue, filling her veins with a rush of heat. It
Nova couldn’t hold it in again because Luca the man he had stood by when he had no one has been turning against her. Chapter: The Fall of SeraphinaNova stood on the edge of the forbidden area, her heart pounding in her chest. The air here was thick with an unspoken tension, the atmosphere heavy with secrets that no one dared to utter aloud. Beyond the veil of twisted trees and shadowed pathways was a place where the pack’s darkest corners found refuge—the forsaken wolves, those with powers that could either save or destroy. Witches. Sorcerers. Those who had been banished, exiled for their practices. They were the unwanted, the feared, and yet, Nova found herself drawn to them.She had been here before, but never this far. The stories told of the things that happened in these woods—of twisted magic, of minds and hearts torn asunder by forces they could not control. But Nova wasn’t here to turn back. She had made up her mind. There was something inside of her, a feeling that had been g
–“What is wrong with Seraphina?” Luca murmured to himself as he watched as Seraphina struggled alone at the garden, he was up at his window glaring at everywhere until he laid eyes on Seraphina and he noticed Seraphina was strange.He walked downstairs and tapped her “Hey….” He whispered to her ears and Seraphina paused, she then collapsed.“Hey, Seraphina, you are burning up” Luca said, while Nova watched from afar, she didn't know Luca would be the one to see her, she clenched her fist on the wall and the smell she drank fell, she didn't notice, she was too angry to make sure to clean her mess properly to avoid been caught.Unbeknownst to Nova, someone from the pack was watching, she was a female wolf, powerful wolf and not known in the pack, she is known for her ruthless acts and she only goes to war for the pack and doesn't interfere, she loves standing on top of the tree just as much as Luca loves doing that too. Just when Nova left the scene where she committed such a thing, th
The moonlight bathed the garden in a silver glow, casting eerie shadows over the silent figures standing in a tense standoff. The air was thick with hostility, crackling with unspoken challenges, as Nova’s dark eyes locked onto the mysterious woman who had emerged from the shadows. She was no ordinary wolf, Luca could sense that—her power rippled through the air like an electric current, and her presence was as commanding as any alpha's. She was not someone to be underestimated.“Who are you?” Nova’s voice was silky, but the sharp edge beneath her words was unmistakable. Her gaze slid over the woman, sizing her up with predatory precision. “You seem to think you can stop me.”The woman stood unmoving, her posture regal and unwavering, as though she were the very earth beneath their feet, unshakable. Her eyes, too, were like molten silver, glowing faintly in the moonlight, an unnatural intensity hidden within them.“I don’t think,” the woman replied calmly, her voice low but strong. “I
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