Night
Damdow Woods Dam’s Keep, Damoria ############# Oh.My.God The night was thick with the promise of rain, the air heavy and cool. The moon, veiled by ominous clouds, cast an eerie glow over the dense forest. Shadows stretched and twisted between the towering trees, swallowing every trace of warmth. Seraphina ran. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest burning with the effort. Her once-vibrant dress was tattered and muddied, a ghost of a life she no longer had. Twigs snapped beneath her bare feet, and branches clawed at her arms and face like skeletal fingers, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. He was close. She could feel him, sense him the way prey senses the presence of a predator before the killing blow. Adolphus. His name was acid in her mind. How had it come to this? Once, she had trusted him. Once, she had craved the warmth of his touch, the whisper of his voice in the dark. She had loved him—or had she simply loved the illusion? Now, that illusion lay shattered beneath the weight of betrayal, drowned in the blood of everyone she had ever loved. Her family. Her people. Her home. All gone. All slaughtered. And the hands that had once held her so tenderly had been the very hands that ripped them apart. Monster. Her foot caught on a root, and she stumbled forward, barely catching herself before crashing to the ground. A strangled cry slipped from her lips before she clamped her hand over her mouth. No. No sounds. No mistakes. She pressed herself against the trunk of an ancient oak, her pulse hammering against her ribs like a frantic bird in a cage. Think, Seraphina. Think. But thinking felt impossible when terror wrapped itself around her throat like a noose, squeezing tighter with every passing second. Then—a sound. Not the rain, though it had started to fall, light at first before turning into a relentless downpour. Not the wind, which moaned through the branches like the wails of the dead. No, this was different. This was calculated. Deliberate. Footsteps. Slow. Measured. Hunting. A low, dark chuckle slithered through the trees, curling around her like a noxious fog. “You can run, but you can’t hide, Butterfly.” Her blood turned to ice. That voice. That taunting, velvety voice, laced with cruel amusement. The same voice that had once whispered her name in reverence, in devotion. Now it was thick with possession, with the thrill of the hunt. She squeezed her eyes shut. Why him? Why did it have to be him? Memories clawed their way to the surface. The nights they had spent together, his arms around her, his lips brushing over hers as he promised her the world. Had it all been a lie? Had she been nothing more than a game to him, a fleeting amusement before he tore her apart like the others? No. Don’t think. Don’t remember. Just survive. The rain battered down harder, masking her trembling breath as she peeked around the tree. He was closer than she feared. Even in the darkness, she could see the gleam of his eyes—red, feral, glowing with a hunger that was not entirely human. He was in his element. A predator savoring the chase. Taking his time. Because he knew she had nowhere left to run. Panic clawed up her throat. There has to be a way out. But the forest was vast and unfamiliar, twisted in ways that made escape feel impossible. Her eyes darted desperately through the shadows until—there! A fallen tree, massive and moss-covered, slick with rain. A hiding place. Without hesitation, she dropped to the ground, squeezing herself beneath the trunk. Cold, wet earth pressed against her skin. The mud seeped into her clothes, her hair, masking her scent—but would it be enough? She pressed a shaking hand against her mouth, willing her breath to slow. Don’t move. Don’t make a sound. Then—the footsteps stopped. Right. Above. Her. Seraphina’s lungs burned, but she didn’t dare breathe. The mud clung to her fingers as she gripped the earth, nails breaking against the unyielding ground. And then—the worst sound of all. Sniff. A long, slow inhale. “I can smell your fear,” Adolphus murmured. No. No, no, no. Her heart pounded so violently she swore he could hear it. This is it. He’s found me. His claws sank into the mud, inches from her face. He was crouching now, lowering himself to her level. “You always did like playing games,” he said, his voice almost teasing. “But this one is getting old.” Seraphina’s mind spun. Move, or die. Her fingers brushed against something hard—a stone. Sharp. Jagged. A weapon. Now or never. With a cry of desperation, she lunged from beneath the trunk, driving the stone deep into his leg. Adolphus let out a snarl of pain, stumbling back. Run. Seraphina scrambled to her feet, her body screaming in protest, and ran. She didn’t look back. Couldn’t. Behind her, his roar split through the night, filled with fury and something worse—a promise. “You think that’ll stop me, Butterfly?” Her chest burned, her legs threatening to give out, but she pushed forward. Faster. Faster. Don’t stop. Don’t think. Just run. She wouldn’t last much longer. And then—she remembered. The dagger. Hidden beneath the folds of her dress. Her only chance. Her fingers found the hilt. She turned. And Adolphus was already there.Night. Rainy. Damdown Woods. Dam’s Keep, Damoria. ########## Seraphina’s hands shook as she clutched the dagger strapped to her thigh. She had almost forgotten it. Small. Ornate. Useless against him. Rain pelted her skin, icy and relentless. Her breath hitched as she darted through the thicket, branches clawing at her like skeletal hands. Thunder cracked overhead, lightning slashing the sky in blinding bursts. Run. Just keep running. “Why run, Butterfly?” Adolphus’s voice was closer now, dangerously close. “I’m tired.” Good. Let him be tired. Let him slow down. She stumbled, her foot catching on a hidden root. She hit the ground hard, mud slick beneath her palms. The dagger skittered out of reach, lost in the muck. A shiver ran through her—not from the cold, but from the deep, guttural sigh behind her. A hand closed around her wrist, iron-strong, yanking her back with enough force to nearly pop her shoulder from its socket. “Got you,” he murmured, his
Dusk. Bedroom, Grimm Mansion. Dam’s Keep, Damhale. ########### Birdsong, distant footsteps, and the haunting howls of wolves stirred Seraphina from the depths of sleep. Morning light seeped through heavy curtains, painting the room in muted gold. Warmth. Unfamiliar. Comforting. She shifted, something firm beneath her palm—an arm. Her breath hitched. Her gaze trailed up the expanse of muscle and found him. Adolphus. Dark eyes—too dark—stared back at her, unreadable, yet she knew they had glowed last night. Like a predator’s. Panic surged. She scrambled away, tugging the thick furs around her like a shield. Distance. She needed distance from him. From his heat. From his scent—wild, crisp, undeniably wolf. His silence was infuriating. “What are you doing here?” she demanded, voice edged with betrayal and disgust. Adolphus sat up slowly, sheets pooling at his waist. He didn’t answer immediately, only studied her, as if memorizing every inch of her fury.
Afternoon, Steam Bath, Dam’s Keep, DamHale. ########### She was led here after dining. The werewolf women’s quarters were nothing like the rough, masculine world outside. Here, the air was thick with the scent of wildflowers and herbs, soft light spilling through high windows, casting golden shadows over delicate tapestries woven with moonlit hunts and ancient symbols. Seraphina stood stiffly in the center of it all, surrounded by werewolf women who chatted and laughed as if she wasn’t human—an outsider in their world. They were beautiful, fierce, their toned bodies wrapped in sheer fabrics that clung like second skin. Their long, untamed hair shimmered under the light, their sharp eyes gleaming with amusement. One of them stepped forward—a tall woman with piercing green eyes and a knowing smile. She held out a bundle of clothing, rings glinting on her fingers. “Here, try this,” she said smoothly. “You need to look presentable for Adolphus and the others.” P
Dam’s Keep, DamHale.###############“You’re nothing but my captor, and I promise you, Adolphus,” Seraphina hissed, her voice steady with venom, “there’s nothing beautiful that could ever come of this.” She nodded as if sealing her words. “Nothing.” Her lips parted to let the firm declaration linger in the air.Before she could even exhale, Adolphus gripped her jaw with a swiftness that startled her, pulling her face closer to his. Her breath caught in her throat as she gasped, but she held her glare firm, even as her heart betrayed her with a skipped beat.The tension between them was electric, crackling like a distant storm. His breath brushed her skin as he leaned in, running his nose along the curve of her cheek in a gesture both possessive and primal. She shivered involuntarily, the nearness of him making her pulse race. He inhaled deeply, his lips curling into a soft, knowing smirk as he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes.“Butterfly,” he murmured, his voice low and in
It was midnight, and though Seraphina’s body begged for rest, her mind refused to comply.She lay stiffly on the makeshift bed, staring at the fur-lined ceiling above her.Each uneven patch of fur seemed to mock her, their dark shadows resembling the chaos she couldn’t escape.The dim light of the moon cast faint patterns across the room, but her thoughts were consumed by the echoes of last night—the growls, the screams, the blood.Her stomach churned with hunger, a sharp pang cutting through her grief.She hadn’t eaten since the attack, but how could she?The thought of food felt like a betrayal to the memories of her people. And yet, the emptiness gnawed at her insides, relentless and demanding.Her heart clenched as her mind dragged her back into the nightmare she desperately tried to bury.She could still hear the blood-curdling sounds of that night—the growls that tore through the air like thunder, the screams that were abruptly cut short, the sickening crunch of wood splintering
Morning came, and Seraphina’s body protested in every way possible. Her muscles ached, her head throbbed, and her golden hair clung to her face in tangled clumps, sticky and uncomfortable. She frowned as the realization struck her—she’d fallen asleep on the cold, unforgiving floor. Why had she even let herself drift off like that? Maybe because the bed felt more like a cage than a comfort, a reminder of her captivity. She groaned softly, her body stiff and cramped, as she tried to shift positions. Stretching was her only solace now, so she started slow. Her knees cracked as she unbent them, her sore muscles screaming in protest. Each small motion felt monumental, like waking a body that didn’t want to wake at all. Why am I still here? The thought echoed in her mind, accompanied by a flood of resentment. She hadn’t chosen this place, these circumstances, these people—or rather, these creatures. Seraphina rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. Her ches
What game is this now? she wondered bitterly, her contempt bubbling back to the surface. Of course, this entire situation was by his design. The overbearing bastard had likely ensured they shared the same space to keep her under his thumb. She imagined the smug conversations he must have had, ordering everyone to keep her in his proximity. She drew in a deep breath, inhaling slowly as she fought to calm herself. They think keeping me near the strongest will stop me from running? They think I won’t find a way out? Her jaw tightened, and she steeled herself. I’ll show them just how wrong they are. With her composure somewhat regained, she sauntered toward the bathroom, forcing herself to move with deliberate confidence. Her chin lifted, her steps measured, her expression schooled into one of icy indifference. Adolphus was nowhere to be seen as she reached the bathroom door. She didn’t know whether to feel relief or irritation that he hadn’t thrown some arrogant
Seraphina left Adolphus’s room with her towel draped over her arm, her bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor. The oversized shorts she wore were a nuisance, slipping low on her hips with every step, forcing her to adjust them constantly. Each movement irritated her further. The faint clinking of cutlery reached her ears as she stepped into the main hall, which doubled as a living and dining space. Adolphus was seated at a modest table near the kitchen, his broad frame slouched slightly as he laid out a simple meal. His movements were deliberate yet unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world to enjoy his existence. “Come eat,” he said casually, his voice carrying a soft authority, almost as though he expected her compliance. She halted, her eyes narrowing. “I don’t like bread,” she deadpanned, each word laced with deliberate indifference. Adolphus didn’t look up right away, calmly continuing his task as though her sharp tone didn’t faze h
“Do you want me to kiss you again?”This was the man who had taken her, stripped her from her life, forced her into his world. The man she was supposed to despise, to fear.But her gaze fell to his lips—full, slightly parted, begging to be claimed or to claim her.And then back to his eyes—smoldering, predatory, desperate.Hot.Wanting.Their breaths mingled, the distance between them growing thinner, vanishing like smoke in the wind.She blinked.And then he moved—fast, sudden, like a wolf striking its prey.His mouth crashed into hers, rough and unyielding, a clash of fire and ice, hatred and desire.His hand gripped the back of her neck, anchoring her to him as if he were afraid she’d slip away. Her fingers curled into his shirt, not to push him away—but to pull him closer.It was a kiss that tasted like war.And she hated how much she wanted to lose the battle.They parted.The moment hung between them—thick, electric, alive.Seraphina’s breath came shallow, her chest heaving agai
Seraphina met his gaze, fire burning in her veins.“Why do you really want me here, Adolphus?” she asked, her voice steady, but her heart thundered beneath the surface.He didn’t answer right away. His smirk faltered, a flicker of something raw passing through his eyes.“Another question,” he said smoothly, leaning back against the wall.“No,” she snapped. “Answer me.”His jaw tightened. For a moment, she thought he’d brush her off again, but then—“Because you’re mine.”Seraphina let out a harsh laugh, shaking her head. “That’s a stupid answer.”Adolphus’s lips parted—then he closed them again, exhaling softly through his nose. His head tilted back for a beat before his voice broke the silence.“Because without you, I’m nothing,” he said, his tone rough, like the words were clawing their way out. “I’ll be incomplete.”Seraphina’s breath hitched.“I need you to complete me,” he continued. “To be my other half.”Her heart slammed against her ribs, but she bit the inside of her cheek, r
The door swung open again.“In fact, come here,” Adolphus bellowed.Before Seraphina could react, he was already on her, swift and forceful. His strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. She gasped, struggling instinctively, her fists pounding against his chest.“Put me down!” she spat, writhing against his grip.Adolphus didn’t even flinch. If anything, her resistance seemed to amuse him.“You had your chance to jump,” he mused, carrying her effortlessly toward the massive bed in the center of the room. “Now, you’ll stay exactly where I want you.”She thrashed harder, but his hold was unyielding. “You can’t just—““Shut up,” he growled.Adolphus didn’t just toss her onto the bed—he carried her straight out of her room.“Put me down!” Seraphina shrieked, pounding at his chest, but he didn’t even slow his stride.The halls blurred past her in a rush of torchlight and shadows, the distant murmurs of wolves filling the silence. She twisted in his grip, trying
She didn’t want to speak to him. Didn’t want to acknowledge him.But her body had other ideas. Hunger gnawed at her insides, and despite the storm raging in her mind, she reached for the plate.Adolphus said nothing, either.He simply set the tray down and stepped back, watching as she picked at the food.It was simple—bread, stew, water—but it was warm. He had brought it for her.The realization unsettled her.She focused on eating, pretending he wasn’t there, pretending her hands weren’t trembling from exhaustion.But Adolphus wasn’t fooled.His gaze swept over her, taking in every detail—her paleness, the stiffness in her posture, the way she barely moved her injured leg.Without a word, he crouched beside her, his fingers reaching for her bandages.Seraphina flinched.“I’m just checking,” he murmured. His voice was calm, careful. Like he was dealing with a wounded animal.She hated it.Hated that he saw her like this. Weak. Helpless.But she said nothing.He peeled back the bandage
Seraphina sat in the dim, unfamiliar room, her breathing shallow, her fingers clutching the edges of the blanket wrapped around her shoulders.The fire in the hearth crackled softly, casting flickering shadows on the walls, but its warmth did little to chase away the cold lodged deep in her bones.She wouldn’t say it. She wouldn’t admit it.But she had been scared.Not just startled. Not just wary. Terrified.She could still feel the ghost of the boar’s tusk grazing her skin, the thunderous weight of its charge shaking the ground beneath her.She could still hear the monstrous snarl that tore through the silence of the woods—the sound of death coming for her.And for the first time in her life, she had thought—this is it.She hadn’t been ready.She had faced many things before—hunters, battles, the weight of her family’s expectations—but never had she felt so powerless.The memory gripped her like a vice.#####The air had been thick with silence.That eerie kind of stillness where eve
Adolphus stormed back into the room, the door slamming shut behind him.Seraphina flinched at the sound but quickly steeled herself, glaring at him as he loomed over her.“What do you want now?” she spat, her voice sharp despite the pain in her leg.Adolphus didn’t answer right away. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his hands clenched at his sides.He looked at her like he was waging a war within himself, like he was barely holding something back.“You were going to leave,” he finally said, his voice low but filled with something dangerous.She scoffed. “Of course I was! You kidnapped me, Adolphus! You ripped me away from my home, my life—everything! And now you expect me to just sit here and accept it?” Her golden eyes blazed with fury. “I will never accept this. Never.”His jaw tightened, and he took a slow, deliberate step forward. “You don’t understand, Seraphina. I had no choice.”“No choice?” she laughed bitterly, though it came out shaky. “You always have a choice. Bu
Adolphus sat beside Seraphina on the edge of the bed, his hands moving with surprising tenderness as he carefully cleaned the wounds on her arms.The cuts from the boar were shallow but still stung as he applied a soothing balm, his touch featherlight despite the intensity in his eyes.Seraphina couldn’t help but frown, her brows furrowing as she watched him. How could he be so gentle now, after everything?She had just tried to escape him, yet here he was, tending to her injuries with more care than she had ever seen from him.It was confusing, maddening even. What was the point of this tenderness? She’d never want to stay.He shouldn’t bother, she thought bitterly.She turned her head away, trying to ignore the warmth of his hands against her skin, the way his fingers lingered a little too long over each bandage.Adolphus said nothing, his focus entirely on treating her wounds.He could feel her eyes on him, feel the tension radiating from her, but he didn’t look up.He knew she didn
Panic flared in his chest, and his eyes scanned the area frantically. That was when he heard it—a heart-stopping wail of pain.His blood ran cold as the scent of fear and blood filled his nostrils. Without hesitation, he bolted towards the sound, his heart pounding in his chest.Seraphina had tried to run, but the moment she stepped out of the river, she was met with a growl that froze her in place.From the shadows emerged a massive wild boar, its tusks gleaming menacingly as it charged at her.Wolves and boars had long been enemies, the boars known for their viciousness and relentless attacks on the wolves' territory. And now, one of those beasts had cornered her.The boar struck, and Seraphina barely managed to dodge, but its tusk grazed her leg, tearing through her flesh.She cried out in pain, stumbling backward, her hands trembling as she tried to fend off the creature with a fallen branch.It wasn’t enough. The boar was relentless, it's dark eyes filled with rage as it charged a
For just a second, she allowed herself to sink into the warmth of him.Adolphus was still speaking, his voice a low, gravelly rumble vibrating against her cheek where it rested against his chest.His words were clipped, serious, something about territory and agreements—pack business, no doubt. But even as he handled it, he never stopped holding her.His hand moved in slow, steady circles over her back, the motion soothing in a way that unsettled her. She wasn’t supposed to find comfort in him.And yet, here she was.Her fingers curled slightly into his shirt, gripping it without thinking. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the slow rise and fall of his breathing.It wasn’t supposed to feel this natural.Adolphus shifted slightly, adjusting his hold, making sure she was secure. His body was solid, unwavering, a pillar in a storm she didn’t realize she’d been bracing against.Her heartbeat slowed. The fear from before melted into something quieter, something that had nothing to