The weight of the conversation with Seraphina lingered in the air, thick and suffocating. Luca stood alone in the center of his room, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his heart racing with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. Every moment felt like it was leading him toward something he couldn't control anymore, a precise of where the future of everything he cared about is going to an edge if he makes any little mistake.But there was no time to dwell on that. The war for the throne has already begun, and Luca knew it, his brother, Leo, had been biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike. The moment he did, Luca's world, everything he had fought for would shatter.The sound of a knock at the door snapped Luca's from his own thoughts. He straightened, wiping a hand across his face in frustration. He didn't need this. He didn't need to face anyone else, not now, not when his mind was clouded. But he knew, deep down, that he couldn't run from the Truth. Not anymore.
The full moon hung high in the ink-black sky, casting an eerie glow over the gathering crowd. The air in Crescent Falls was electric, buzzing with anticipation. Tonight was the Alpha’s annual gathering a celebration of pack unity, power, and tradition. But for Seraphina Gray, tonight was more than that. It was the night everything was supposed to change.Her heart pounded as she stood in the centre of the Silver Moon Pack’s grand courtyard, her breath visible in the crisp air. She adjusted her dress a flowing silver gown that hugged her curves and tried to steady her nerves. The murmurs of the pack surrounded her like a tide, threatening to pull her under. They all knew why she was here, why she was glowing with nervous energy.She was turning eighteen. Tonight, the mate bond would activate, and fate would reveal her other half.She scanned the crowd, searching for him. Alpha Kael Ashford.He stood near the grand bonfire, his commanding presence drawing every eye in the crowd. The fir
The clearing felt charged with an electric tension, the air thick enough to choke on. Seraphina froze, her glowing hands trembling at her sides as Kael stepped closer. His eyes were locked on hers, sharp and unrelenting, the Alpha in him radiating authority.“What have you done?” Kael repeated, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.“I didn’t—” she stammered, backing away from the pedestal. The glow on her hands flickered and faded as panic set in. “I didn’t do anything.”“Don’t lie to me.” His growl was low and menacing, sending a shiver down her spine. “That light, those runes—what did you touch?”Seraphina’s back hit a tree, and she stopped, her chest heaving. Her mind raced, searching for an explanation she didn’t have. The voice, the pedestal, the surge of power—it was as much a mystery to her as it was to him.“Nothing,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Kael didn’t believe her. She could see it in his eyes, the way they burned with suspicion. “You’re lyin
The scent of blood lingered in the air,mingling with the ramp earth as Seraphina stumbled back toward her pack's territory. Every step was a struggle, her body still trembling from the encounter with the shadow creature. Her mind raced, replaying the night's events over and over, the rejection, the pedestal, the fight and Kael's final words.“I won't hesitate to end you myself”.Her wolf whispered in her mind, weak and confused. She had no answers, no explanations for what had just happened. All she had was the suffocating weight of Kael's blame and the terrifying verification that something inside her had awakened- a power she couldn't control,let alone understand.The woods grew darker as she neared the pack's border. The faint glow of crescent falls’ lights flickered through the trees, a reminder of the life she thought she had known. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to her knees,her breath hitching as exhaustion overtook her.“Seraphina”The voice was familiar, soft and conce
Seraphina awoke to the sharp sting of her shoulder wound, the metallic scent of blood heavy in the air. Blinking against the harsh light, she tried to sit up, but her body protested every movement. A low groan escaped her lips.“You’re awake.”Kael’s voice was low, flat, and far from comforting. He stood by the window of what appeared to be a small, dimly lit cabin. The stormy gray of his eyes didn’t soften as he turned to face her.“What… where am I?” Seraphina rasped, her throat dry.Kael crossed the room in two swift strides, towering over her as he scrutinized her condition. “You passed out after your brilliant idea to take on a rogue with no plan. I had to carry you back to the outpost.”“Carry me? You mean you carried me in here? Why? How?” she repeated, her voice laced with disbelief and embarrassment.“Just thank me and stop questioning me, you fainted in the middle of everything, you are too weak” he said sarcastically, crossing his arms.She pushed herself up on the cot, her
Seraphina’s heart raced as she made her way through the forest, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and anger. The cool night air was sharp against her skin, but the chill had nothing on the turmoil brewing inside her. She couldn’t stop thinking about the rogue wolf that had attacked her, the coldness in Rhea’s voice, and the strange tension that hung between her and Kael. It all felt like a web, and she was tangled right in the middle of it.“Why are they after me?” she muttered aloud, her voice breaking the silence of the night. Her eyes scanned the shadows, half-expecting another rogue to appear, though she was certain the forest was empty. The wind rustled through the trees, whispering secrets she couldn’t understand. “What have I done wrong?”She thought back to the events of the past few days—the attack on the rogue pack, Kael’s sharp words, and Rhea’s cutting comments. It all pointed to something bigger than she could comprehend. The rogues weren’t just random, they were after her
The huge, scary forest was still alive with shadows when Cora arrived, stepping lightly through the underbrush as if the earth itself whispered her name. Her steps were measured and deliberate, a silent grace that had always been a part of her. Though Cora was known for her quiet demeanor, there was a sharpness to her eyes, an unspoken understanding that made her presence impossible to ignore. She had always been the quiet one, the sister with the power to see what others could not,a gift, or perhaps a curse, depending on how one looked at it. Her ability to peer into the unseen, to glimpse futures and truths others couldn’t, made her both revered and feared. It was a gift she carried heavily, but one she’d never shared lightly.As she neared the cabin, she caught sight of her sister standing by the door, her body stiff with tension. Seraphina had always been strong,too strong for her own good at times—but Cora could see the cracks in her exterior, the battle raging inside her. It was
Cora,who was leaving the house already suddenly paused, feeling the tension of the quiet night like a physical weight pressing in on her. The forest around them seemed to hold its breath, waiting. Waiting for something, though Cora could never be sure exactly what, even though she is gifted. The shadows had deepened as they spoke, and the chill in the air was thick with unspoken words. There was a gnawing sense of urgency inside her, an unease that tightened her chest with every passing moment.She glanced back at Seraphina, still standing by the cabin door, her face a mixture of determination and doubt. It hurt Cora to see her sister like this—fragile, vulnerable, weak and rejected by her mate. Seraphina had always been the one to charge ahead, never hesitating, never second-guessing herself. But now, the weight of whatever was happening had shattered that confidence, and Cora wasn’t sure if she could repair it with mere words.“Come inside,” Cora said, her voice gentle but firm. “We
The weight of the conversation with Seraphina lingered in the air, thick and suffocating. Luca stood alone in the center of his room, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his heart racing with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. Every moment felt like it was leading him toward something he couldn't control anymore, a precise of where the future of everything he cared about is going to an edge if he makes any little mistake.But there was no time to dwell on that. The war for the throne has already begun, and Luca knew it, his brother, Leo, had been biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike. The moment he did, Luca's world, everything he had fought for would shatter.The sound of a knock at the door snapped Luca's from his own thoughts. He straightened, wiping a hand across his face in frustration. He didn't need this. He didn't need to face anyone else, not now, not when his mind was clouded. But he knew, deep down, that he couldn't run from the Truth. Not anymore.
The door creaked softly behind Luca as he stepped away from the tense scene in the room. His mind was a whirlpool of confusion, swirling with Martha’s warning and Seraphina’s chilling words. His thoughts clashed against each other like storms. A child born from destruction, and yet somehow, the world’s only hope? How could he reconcile the two? How could he accept that the woman he had come to love, the one who had given him hope and joy, was destined to tear everything apart?The weight of it all felt suffocating, like an iron shackle clamping down on his chest. He needed air. He needed space. He needed to think.As he walked briskly down the hall, each step felt heavier than the last, his heartbeat thudding in his ears. He passed through the silent corridors, the quiet of the mansion almost mocking him. Every corner he turned, every shadow he passed, seemed to whisper the same question: What now?His quarters loomed ahead, a refuge he had once found peace in, now tainted with the sh
As they saw Seraphina they stopped talking. Seraphina walked there and Martha held her and she checked her pause, Martha could see if any danger was coming in the nearest future.She saw it and she stepped back, Luca asked her what was wrong she lied that she wasn’t feeling well that Luca should escort her to the room. And she also gave orders that Theo mustn’t know she is now back.When they entered the room Martha grabbed Luca’a hand and warned him that Seraphina would cause disaster to the whole world, she would be fueled by rage and destroy the whole world. The room fell into an unnatural silence, the weight of Martha’s words sinking into the air like an unbearable fog. Luca stood frozen, his hand still in Martha’s grip, his mind reeling. The tension was thick, pressing against his chest with the force of a hundred storms.Seraphina, the one who had haunted his thoughts for so long, had just stepped into the room, and Martha’s warning echoed in his ears. The quiet, unsettling powe
Just as Luca was done and Seraphina became only even though she didn't remember a thing that happened at that spot. She was just silent.“And who are you?” Luca asked Why does she smell like some kind of spell?“I am just a member of the pack who seems to care nothing else, I need to leave” Martha said Luca paused and he touched her then he knew it was a spell, Martha's real face appeared immediately.The air was still in the room, thick with the weight of revelation as Martha tried to pull away from Luca’s touch. His fingers burned with recognition, and when his eyes widened, she knew he’d seen through the illusion. His voice cracked the silence.“My sister!” Luca’s breath hitched in disbelief.Martha’s real face, once concealed by the magic of a spell, was now fully revealed. Her features were sharper than Luca remembered, her eyes colder, like distant stars in the night sky.She didn’t respond to his outburst, only turned her gaze toward the window as if searching for something b
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
–“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
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
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
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