Seraphine’s POV
I stepped into the corridor, my thoughts swirling with Evelyn's words. Her concern was genuine, but she didn’t know what I was dealing with. Couldn’t know.
My room was just ahead, and I quickened my pace. The key to the attic was still where I had hidden it—tucked away beneath a loose floorboard under the bed. As soon as I reached the room, I closed the door quietly behind me, locking it for good measure.
Dropping to my knees, I reached for the small gap in the floorboards. My fingers slid into the groove, pulling the plank free with a faint creak. The key glinted faintly in the dim light filtering through my curtains.
“Got you,” I muttered under my breath, pocketing it.
The attic. It was the one place that might hold the answers to the growing pile of questions in my mind. I slipped out of my room again, careful to avoid any unnecessary attention.
The staircase leading to the attic was in the western wing of the packhouse, far from the more frequented areas. As I rounded the corner toward the hallway, a strange sight froze me in my tracks.
Two guards.
Standing right in front of the door to the attic staircase.
My heart sank. The last time I was here, there hadn’t been anyone posted. The hallway had been quiet, deserted even. But now, the guards stood at attention, their faces expressionless, spears in hand.
I ducked back around the corner, pressing myself against the wall. Why were they there? Did someone know I’d been snooping around?
I clenched my fists, forcing myself to think. I couldn’t just waltz up to them and ask to pass; that would raise too many questions. I needed a distraction.
But what?
Taking a deep breath, I peeked around the corner again. The guards were chatting quietly, though their posture remained stiff and formal. They didn’t look like they were expecting trouble, which meant I might have a chance to get past them.
Okay, think, Seraphine. What would Evelyn do in this situation?
The answer came almost immediately. Evelyn would cause chaos.
Straightening my posture, I walked back down the hallway toward a small storage room I’d passed earlier. The door was slightly ajar, and inside were stacks of old, dusty boxes. I grabbed one of the smaller boxes, tucked it under my arm, and headed toward the guards.
Confidence. That’s what I needed to sell this.
As I approached, one of them glanced up, his brows furrowing.
“Luna,” he said, bowing his head slightly. “Is there something you need?”
I plastered on a tight smile, hoping it looked convincing. “Yes, actually. I was just sorting through some of the old archives and realized there’s a mix-up with the inventory logs. There’s an issue in the east wing storage room that needs immediate attention.”
The guards exchanged a look, clearly unsure.
“I don’t think we’re assigned to that area, Luna,” one of them said hesitantly.
“Exactly why I need you,” I said quickly. “It’s a bit of a mess, and I’d rather have trusted sentinels handle it. I’ll stay here and keep an eye on things while you sort it out.”
They hesitated again. I could tell they didn’t want to leave their post.
“You do understand this is a direct request from your Luna, don’t you?” I added, raising an eyebrow.
That did the trick. They snapped to attention, nodding quickly.
“Yes, Luna,” one of them said.
“We’ll check it out immediately,” the other added.
I stepped aside, waving them off down the hall. “Good. Thank you. Please be thorough—it might take a while.”
They hurried off, and as soon as they were out of sight, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
Phase one: complete.
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With the guards gone, I moved quickly. The key in my hand felt heavier than ever as I unlocked the door to the attic staircase. The hinges creaked slightly as I pushed it open, but the hallway was empty.
I stepped inside, shutting the door behind me and locking it again. The stairs stretched upward, steep and shadowy, their wooden boards creaking under my weight. My pulse quickened with each step, my anticipation growing.
When I reached the top, the attic was just as I’d left it the day before. Dust motes swirled in the dim light, and the faint scent of old parchment lingered in the air.
The attic was eerily silent, the air thick with the scent of dust and old wood. I ran my fingers over the floorboards, searching for anything that felt out of place. My heart was pounding so loudly that I was sure someone downstairs could hear it.
And then I found it.
A loose floorboard.
I dug my fingers into the edges, prying it up carefully. Beneath it lay a rusted metal box, its surface mottled with age. My hands trembled as I lifted it out and placed it on the table. It was heavier than I expected, the weight of its secrets pressing down on me before I even opened it.
I fumbled with the latch, which creaked as it gave way. Inside, there were old maps and a bundle of letters tied together with fraying string. My eyes scanned the maps first. They were marked with routes and symbols I didn’t recognize, but one thing was clear—they detailed an attack.
A specific attack.
My father’s pack.
“No,” I whispered, my voice trembling. My fingers moved faster, flipping through the maps until I found a letter tucked beneath them. The parchment was brittle, the ink faded, but the words burned into my mind as I read them.
"Under the guise of a rogue invasion, the Alpha’s pack must fall. Their strength is a threat to our plans. Ensure both leaders are eliminated. The girl will pose no danger without a wolf."
I froze. My throat felt tight, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My parents. This wasn’t some random attack. It had been planned—deliberate.
I swallowed hard, my fingers gripping the edges of the letter. There were more beneath it, and I forced myself to keep reading. Each word felt like a blade carving into me.
"The girl is not to know. Her lineage, if revealed, could disrupt everything we’ve worked for."
Lineage? What lineage?
I was shaking as I pulled out another letter. This one was different. It wasn’t a directive but a personal message. Addressed to Lucien.
“What the…?” I muttered, my voice barely audible.
The letter wasn’t signed, but the tone was unmistakable. It spoke of cooperation, of shared goals. Of silencing threats.
My breath caught. Lucien. My mate. The one person I thought I could trust. He knew. He had to.
I backed away from the table, the rusted box still open, its contents spilling out like a dam had broken. My mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. Had Lucien been part of this? Had he known what happened to my parents?
“No,” I said aloud, shaking my head. “This can’t be right. He wouldn’t…”
But the evidence was there, staring back at me.
I heard footsteps downstairs, faint but growing louder. The guards were back. Panic surged through me. I stuffed the letters, the maps, and the rest of the papers into my bag. My hands fumbled with the box, and I shoved it back under the floorboard, covering it hastily.
I couldn’t process it now. I had to get out of here.
But as I turned toward the door, my thoughts were racing. If Lucien had known… if he had been part of this…
Footsteps.
The guards.
Panic surged through me. They must have realized there was no “inventory issue” in the storage room.
Think fast, Seraphine.
I glanced around the attic, searching for a hiding spot. The shadows in the far corner looked deep enough to conceal me, and I slipped into them just as the door to the attic creaked open.
The guards stepped inside, their eyes scanning the room.
“Luna?” one of them called out.
I held my breath, pressing myself deeper into the shadows.
“She’s not here,” the other said after a moment.
“Why would she send us away if she was just coming up here?”
“Something doesn’t feel right,” the first guard muttered. “We should report this to the Beta.”
My heart pounded in my chest. If they told anyone—or worse, the elders, I’d be in serious trouble.
“Let’s check the room first,” the second guard suggested.
They began moving through the attic, their footsteps heavy on the wooden floorboards.
I gripped the pendant in my hand, my mind racing for a way out.
I couldn’t get caught. Not now…
Seraphine’s POVI could hear their footsteps growing louder. My mind raced, desperate to find a solution, but every idea I had fell apart as quickly as it formed.What could I possibly say if they found me? Why would their Luna be sneaking around in the attic? I had no excuse that wouldn’t raise questions—questions I couldn’t answer without giving myself away.My heart pounded so fiercely I thought it might give me away before the guards even saw me. I backed toward the far wall, scanning the room frantically for a hiding spot. Dust and cobwebs clung to every surface, the air thick and stale."Think, Seraphine. Think!" I whispered to myself.I turned toward a corner and spotted something—a large portrait leaning against the wall, partially covered with an old cloth. The frame was wide and thick, creating a shallow space behind it. It wasn’t ideal, but it was all I had.Without a second thought, I darted toward the portrait, yanking the cloth free. Dust clouded the air, making me cough
Lucien’s POV“Gather all the meat we’ve hunted. We leave for the pack by dawn,” I said, my voice carrying over the quiet hum of the camp.Ryder and the others immediately set to work, their movements quick and practiced. The past four days in the woods had been grueling, but productive. The pile of game—rabbits, deer, and wild boars—was a testament to our efforts. Winter was on its way, and the pack needed every ounce of food we could bring back.I turned and headed back to my tent, pulling aside the heavy canvas flap. Inside, the air was warm, a small brazier glowing faintly in the corner. I poured a small measure of whiskey into a tin cup and sat down heavily on the cot.“Four days out here,” Thorin, my wolf, mused, his voice echoing in my mind. “We’ve done well. Better than I expected.”“Luck was on our side,” I replied, taking a sip. “Not a single beast after that first night.”“Luck?” Thorin huffed. “That wasn’t luck. We would’ve torn anything else apart.”I smirked. “Would we? Y
Lucien’s POVDamien’s smirk lingered like the stench of a rotting carcass, his eyes glittering with cruel amusement. I stood firm, fists clenched, watching every shift in his stance, every flicker in his gaze.“You have something I want,” Damien repeated, his tone dripping with mockery.I narrowed my eyes. “Spit it out, Damien, before I lose what little patience I have.”“Ah, such hostility. Must we always resort to threats?” He chuckled, taking a deliberate step closer. Ryder shifted beside me, his blade inching higher, but I held out a hand, signaling him to stay put.“What is it you’re after?” I demanded.Damien’s grin widened. “Seraphine.”Her name hit me like a slap. My wolf, Thorin, surged to the surface, a growl rumbling in my chest. She is mine. My Luna. My mate. How dare he even say her name?“You’re testing my limits, Damien,” I said, my voice low and dangerous.“Oh, am I?” Damien feigned innocence, placing a hand over his chest. “I’m merely stating facts, Lucien. Seraphine
Seraphine’s POVThe barking of dogs echoed through the air as the hunting party returned. Their excited yelps mixed with the steady clatter of hooves on the dirt path. I could hear the hunters shouting commands to control the animals, their voices blending with the cheerful chatter of men celebrating a successful hunt.I stood by the window, peeking out through the slightly parted curtains. Lucien was at the front of the group, his broad shoulders squared, his face stern yet calm. His black cloak billowed slightly in the breeze, and the pack seemed to follow him with a sense of pride and purpose.But all I felt was a searing, gut-wrenching hate.It wasn’t just a fleeting annoyance or a passing disagreement. No, this was something far deeper—darker. A fire blazed within my chest as I watched him. Everything about him—his presence, his self-assured stance—felt like an insult. His confidence wasn’t just confidence; it was a taunt, a silent challenge aimed directly at me, igniting emotion
Lucien’s POVI went to my office and sat down heavily in my chair, staring at the polished surface of my desk. The hunt’s success should have left me satisfied, but my mind was clouded. Something felt wrong—off, even—and I couldn’t shake it.What’s going on? I thought, drumming my fingers on the wood. My wolf, Thorin, stirred in my mind, his presence steady but intrudign into my thoughts.“Why is this troubling you? Get it off your mind!” Thorin’s deep voice growled, his irritation evident.I sighed, leaning back in my chair. I can’t, Thorin. It’s… complicated.“Complicated? Since when do you let complications get the better of you? You’re Lucien, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack! Speak it.”I hesitated before finally saying, It’s Damien.Thorin growled low, a sound of displeasure. “That rat. What did he say this time?”He came here while we were on the hunt. Had the audacity to stand on my land and claim that Seraphine… my Luna… was supporting his cause.Silence fell in my mind for a
Lucien’s POV“Chill out, man!” I shouted back at Thorin, pacing the room with growing frustration.“You’re snapping at me now?” Thorin’s growl echoed in my mind. “What’s next? You gonna howl at the moon in frustration? Pull yourself together!”I stopped mid-step, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Listen,” I said, my voice strained but calm. “I love Seraphine. I know she loves me back just as much—probably even more. She’s just having a hard time expressing it. You know why.”Thorin scoffed. “Oh, please. Do enlighten me, Alpha Wise-and-Lovesick.”I sighed deeply, sinking into the chair behind my desk. “She’s been through so much, Thorin. You know her past. The way she was mistreated—manipulated, betrayed—it shaped who she is. It’s not easy for her to trust, to open up completely. That’s why she’s reserved. It’s her defense mechanism.”Thorin laughed dryly. “Really? That’s what you’re telling yourself now? That she’s reserved because of her past?”“Yes!” I snapped, slamming my palm agains
Seraphine’s POVI hurried back to my room, my heart pounding like a war drum.“Damn!” I whispered harshly to myself, slamming the door shut behind me. Leaning against it, I took a shaky breath, trying to calm down.“That was so close,” I muttered, staring blankly at the ceiling.I had gone to Lucien’s office to drop off the attic key. I figured he’d still be out with his hunting pack, and I could slip in and out without anyone noticing. But when I opened that door and saw him sitting there…“Fuck!” I groaned, pushing off the door and rushing into the bathroom.The cold water hit my face like a shockwave, but it did little to settle my nerves. I grabbed the edges of the sink, staring at my reflection. My damp hair clung to my cheeks, and my eyes were wide with panic.“Did he notice how much I was shaking?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Did he see when I hid the attic key behind my back?”The memory replayed in my mind. I had shoved the key into my pocket so quickly I wasn’t su
Lucien’s POVI just stood there in the garden, staring after her, my heart pounding in my chest. What the hell had just happened? My fists clenched as her words echoed in my head."I don’t owe you an explanation!""Maybe you don’t deserve to."Did Seraphine just walk out on me? My mate? Is she mad?!“I told you,” Thorin, my wolf, growled. “Something’s off with her. You need to stay sharp, Lucien.”“Just shut it!” I snapped, my voice trembling with anger.A few maids were passing by the garden and froze, their eyes wide with concern. “Anything the matter, Alpha?” one of them asked timidly.“Get out!” I barked, my voice like a whip. They scurried away without another word, leaving me alone with my boiling frustration.Thorin growled low in my mind. “You’re making a mistake, Lucien. You should be watching her, not standing here sulking.”“Enough,” I muttered under my breath as I stormed toward the main house.“I’m serious,” Thorin persisted. “She’s hiding something, and Damien knows more
Chapter 136 Seraphine’s POV The wolf hesitated. “Minutes. Maybe less.” “Shit.” Damien ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in every movement. He turned to his men, barking out orders. “Double the perimeter. Get everyone ready. We hold our ground.” I watched him for a moment before speaking. “You have no idea who they are?” Damien exhaled sharply. “If I did, I wouldn’t be standing here wasting time.” Lucien chuckled. “Well, this is a nice change. Damien, the all-knowing, actually clueless for once. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Damien snapped his gaze to him, his teeth clenched. “Do you ever shut up?” Lucien grinned. “Not when I’m enjoying myself.” I ignored them, my mind racing. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I came here to kill Damien, to end this war once and for all. But now? Now it felt like something much bigger was coming. Something we weren’t prepared for. I took a deep breath, trying to push down the unease creeping up my spine. “If we don’t
Lucien’s POV The silence that followed Seraphina’s retreat was deafening. I could still feel her claws against my skin, the ghost of her grip lingering like a brand. My throat burned where she had nearly ended me, but it wasn’t the pain that rattled me—it was the look in her eyes before she let go. Damn her. I sat up slowly, wincing as my ribs protested the movement. The battlefield stretched out around me, chaos still raging in the distance, but for the first time, I wasn’t focused on the war. I was focused on her. She had every reason to kill me. Hell, she wanted to. But she didn’t. Why? I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a bitter chuckle. I already knew the answer. She might have convinced herself she hated me, that she wanted me dead, but the bond between us told another story. Seraphina still felt it. Even after everything. A sudden snarl snapped me out of my thoughts, and I barely had time to roll out of the way before claws slashed through the space where I’d bee
Seraphine's POVI stood there, my breath ragged, my heart hammering against my ribs. The blood, the smoke, the chaos around us—it all faded into the background. It was just him and me now.Lucien.His name tore from my throat before I could stop myself."Lucien!" I shouted, my voice shaking with rage.His head snapped up. His golden eyes locked onto mine, burning through the darkness. A slow smirk pulled at his lips, even with the blood dripping from his temple. "Seraphina," he called back, voice deep, mocking. "You finally came. Took you long enough."I clenched my fists. "I would’ve come sooner if I knew you'd still be breathing."He chuckled low, shaking his head. "You always were impatient."I took a step forward, my grip tightening on my dagger. "I’m not here for Damien. I don’t give a damn about this war. You think I’m fighting for him? You think I care who wins?" I let out a bitter laugh. "I came here for you, Lucien."His smirk didn’t waver. "Is that so?""You killed my parent
Seraphine's POVIn no time, I was at the borders of Lucien's pack. Just as I predicted, some of Damien's forces were still here, waging war. The air was thick with smoke, the scent of burning wood and blood mixing into something sickening. My eyes watered as I tried to see through the haze, but it was near impossible. The war had turned everything into a living nightmare. The pack walls—what was left of them—stood in jagged, crumbling ruins. Stones lay scattered like broken bones, pieces of wood charred black, barely holding onto their original form. The once-proud gates that had stood tall and strong were now reduced to splinters, torn apart by the endless battle.I swallowed hard, my throat dry. Was this the same pack I had once called home? The same pack where I had walked as a Luna? It was a skeleton of its former self, a ghost town caught in the middle of destruction. Bodies lay sprawled across the ground, warriors from both sides fallen where they fought. The walls, once meant t
Seraphine's POV131I moved quickly through the camp, my head low, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. The voices, the clatter of weapons, the scent of burning wood—all of it blurred together in my mind. My heart pounded, my mind racing."None of this is my business," I muttered under my breath. "I need to leave. I need to get back to my mission.""Lucien is the only thing that matters." Fiona's voice was sharp in my head, her growl vibrating through my bones. "These people? They’re just collateral damage."I swallowed hard, my steps slowing. Fiona was right. My hatred for Lucien burned hotter than anything else. The people here—his pack, his warriors, even the children—they weren’t my concern."I understand," I whispered. "I do. But…"I stopped, my fingers digging into my palms. My chest felt tight. My body was telling me to turn around, to leave, to find Lucien and finish what I started. But my heart—the part of me I had buried deep inside—hesitated."Don’t tell me you’re feel
Seraphine's POVThe night was colder than I remembered, the wind sharp against my skin as I moved through the thick bushes. Every step I took was slow and careful, my ears sharp for any movement. I had been walking for hours, maybe even days—I couldn't tell anymore. My body was exhausted, but I had no choice. I had to get to Lucien’s pack.I finally caught sight of the tracks, the ones I knew too well. My breath hitched as I stopped and stared at them."I know this place," I muttered, my fingers brushing against the rough bark of a tree beside me."You should. This is where Ryder tried to kill us," Fiona growled in my head, her voice full of anger. "The bastard thought we wouldn’t survive."I swallowed hard, memories rushing back like a flood. The cold grip of fear, the feeling of betrayal, the pain—everything came back at once. I clenched my fists, shaking my head."That was the past," I whispered. "Right now, I have something more important to do."The ground was uneven, covered in
Seraphine's POVA sharp pain shot through my skull as something hard slammed into my face. My body hit the ground with a thud, my already injured side screaming in agony. My vision blurred for a second before I forced my eyes open, blinking rapidly to clear them."Hey... Who the hell is this?" A rough voice growled above me.I barely had time to register what was happening before another kick landed on my ribs, forcing a strangled gasp from my throat. The pain was sharp, burning, and I curled in on myself, trying to breathe.Shit. Rogues.I forced my body to stay still, heart pounding as I looked up. There were three of them, all looking down at me like I was nothing more than a piece of meat. Their clothes were torn, covered in dirt, their faces rough with scars. Their eyes glowed dimly under the moonlight, their wolves just beneath the surface, ready to rip me apart."What do you have on you?" The tallest one demanded, crouching down and grabbing my arm roughly."N-nothing," I cough
Seraphine's POVI waited for the perfect time to make my escape. I knew it had to be just right. If I made one wrong move, Kieran would wake up, and I wouldn’t get another chance.I waited for 3 a.m.Even as I peeked outside the tent, I saw him. He was sitting by the fire, his back straight, his arms crossed over his chest like he was forcing himself to stay awake. His eyes fluttered shut for a second, then snapped open again. He shifted, rubbing his face, trying to shake off the exhaustion.But he was losing the battle.I stayed at the mouth of the tent, watching him. The fire cast flickering shadows over his face, making the bags under his eyes look even darker. He was really trying. Trying so damn hard.For me.My chest tightened.This was the guy who saved me. When Lucien and Ryder tried to kill me weeks ago, he was the one who pulled me out of that mess, the one who stood in front of me when I couldn’t even stand for myself. And now I was sneaking away like a coward.I tried to j
Seraphine's POVI couldn’t wait anymore. I needed to fight. I wanted Lucien dead, and that was exactly what I was going to do. Kieran wouldn’t allow it, I knew that. He always tried to hold me back, always said it was too dangerous. But I didn’t care. I was going to sneak out tonight, no matter what. I had already made up my mind.These thoughts ran through my head even as we made our way back from hunting. The sun was still high, though the afternoon had started to fade into evening. The forest around us was quiet except for the distant calls of birds and the rustling of leaves in the wind. I should have been paying attention, but my mind was elsewhere. My grip tightened around the bow slung over my shoulder.“Seraphina?” Kieran’s voice cut through my thoughts.I blinked, realizing I had been staring blankly ahead, lost in my own head. I turned my gaze to him, but I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. If I opened my mouth, he’d know. He always knew when something was off with me.He fro