The morning is still, heavy with the kind of silence that lingers just before the world comes alive. Selena quietly slips out of the pack house, her footsteps light as she navigates the winding halls. Wilson lies in a deep slumber, finally at ease after an entire night spent watching over her. His chest rises and falls with rhythmic precision, his face free of the tension he always wears like armor. But as peaceful as he looks, Selena knows it’s a temporary reprieve. Both of them are wound too tightly by the secrets that now threaten to unravel their fragile balance.She inhales deeply as the brisk morning air kisses her skin, the cold somehow soothing the tempest within her. Her mind is a mess, an avalanche of thoughts crashing down with relentless force. Each step she takes towards the inn only serves to bring more confusion, her heart weighted by Demika’s recent words, the suggestion that clings to her like an unwelcome shadow… Seraphina might be your mother.It’s a thought she can
The evening sky hangs heavy with twilight, the last remnants of daylight dissolving into the shadows of night—a mix of deep purples and fading gold, sets a darkly poetic backdrop for what feels like the longest day of Selena’s life.. The air is thick with unease as Selena and Demika leave the coffee inn after a grueling day’s work. Their spirits are high with nervous excitement, but dread festers beneath the surface, an unfathomable foreboding that pulses through Selena’s veins like cold fire.The revelation she faces tonight is no mere trifle—it is the eternal truth that has been clawing at her soul. The truth about whether her parents, the Robinsons, are truly her parents—a nightmarish thought that has haunted her for so long a time. Her mind is strewn with a chaotic blend of thoughts, a twisted knot of dread and fragile hope. The inn had been her refuge throughout the day, but the time has come to face her own personal nightmare, the ineffable truth that could unravel everything sh
Downstairs, the atmosphere is one of casual comfort, as though nothing in the world could be wrong. Gabrielle is laughing at something on her phone, and Mr. Robinson is now gesticulating wildly at the screen, urging the Wolves to score. Mrs. Robinson is setting the last of the dishes on the table, her movements graceful, efficient—the picture of domestic serenity.When she returns downstairs, the air feels thick with unspoken tension. Mrs. Robinson continues with her cookery prowess, her movements methodical, while Gabrielle helps in silence. Mr. Robinson is still engrossed in the game, oblivious to the storm brewing within his youngest daughter.“Dinner’s ready!” Mrs. Robinson announces in her usual dramatic symphonic tone. The entire Robinson family gathers around the table, devouring the meal with the same enthusiasm they have always shared.Selena takes her seat, staring blankly at the spread before her. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, bread—everything smells divine, but she has n
The air in the dining room feels heavy, as if the very walls themselves have absorbed the weight of the confrontation. The soft clinking of dishes has faded, replaced by Selena’s muffled sobs that echo through the otherwise still house. Mrs. Robinson hovers over her, her hands fluttering like nervous birds, trying to comfort her inconsolable daughter with soft touches and murmured words, but Selena’s distress is a storm that no motherly affection can calm.Gabrielle sits frozen at the table, her eyes wide with disbelief, her mind racing to grasp the magnitude of what’s been unveiled. The fork she’s holding clatters to the floor, a jarring sound that cuts through the thick silence, but she remains immobile, too shell-shocked to even flinch. Her thoughts are strewn across the mental battlefield—fighting to comprehend the truth that her sister, the person she’s grown up with, isn’t really her sister.Across the table, Mr. Robinson leans back in his chair, his face a mask of calm but his
The night stretches like an eternity, the weight of revelation suffocating Selena beneath the silken sheets. She tosses and turns, limbs twisting as though the very bed has become a prison. Her mind is a battlefield, strewn with thoughts of betrayal, loss, and the gnawing mystery of her true origins. Mrs. Robinson—or rather, the woman she had known as her mother—had shattered her world with a truth too cruel to digest in a single sitting. The expression found-you-in-the-garden-as-a-baby still echoes in her skull like a bitter curse.Gabrielle’s dumbstruck face remains etched in her mind, while her father’s strained silence betrays the fact that he’s known for far longer than he should have. And yet, nothing can compare to the tidal wave of emotion that crashes within Selena. She feels abandoned, unmoored from the world she thought she knew, with only the faint whisper of her true lineage looming before her like an apparition. It leaves her restless, her heartbeat erratic, her breath s
The air between them vibrates with tension, thick as the mist curling at their feet. Selena’s eyes burn with defiance, her lips pulled into a tight sneer as she glares at the mystery of a woman standing before her—Seraphina. The shadowy forest seems to recede into the background, leaving just the two of them in a space where nothing exists except the swirling maelstrom of words unsaid. Seraphina, wrapped in the eerie elegance of her black leather jumpsuit, stands with a calm that belies the storm inside her. Her eyes—those striking dark eyes floating in a halo of a glowing blue that matches Selena’s own—reflecting the blood-red orbs seem softer now, the predator's edge momentarily dulled."Selena," Seraphina's voice cuts through the silence like a blade dipped in honey, her tone measured but laden with ineffable emotion. "I didn’t come here to fight. You need to know the truth. You are mine—my blood, my daughter."Selena clenches her fists, her nails biting into the flesh of her palms
Selena stands frozen, her breath shallow and jagged, as the final images of the past flicker and fade from her mind. Seraphina’s hand slowly withdraws from her cheek, leaving behind a cool, spectral tingle. The night is eerily silent now, save for the distant howl of a wolf carried on the wind. The revelation weighs heavy on Selena’s chest, a suffocating force pressing down on her heart, threatening to tear it apart.What Seraphina has just shown her—no, made her witness—has altered everything. Selena had watched, in vivid, grotesque detail, the brutal slaughter of her father, a werewolf from a notable Clovis City family. She had felt her mother’s anguish, her forbidden love for him, a love that led to their eventual doom. She saw how both the vampire and werewolf communities conspired to destroy them, bound together in their mutual disgust for a union that violated their ancestral laws. She witnessed her own conception, a child born from the blood of two sworn enemies, an impossibili
Selena's mind spins with fragments of memory, dark truths, and half-formed suspicions. The night around her seems to close in, the chill in the air biting into her skin as Seraphina’s last words echo: The Dark King. The weight of that title alone sends a cold shiver down her spine, but the significance of it—what it could mean—haunts her even more."Wait, hold on..." Selena interrupts, her voice jagged with disbelief. "Did you just say 'the Dark King'? How do you know about the Dark King?" Her eyes narrow with suspicion, searching Seraphina’s face for any sign of deception.Seraphina exhales deeply, an ancient weariness clouding her usually sharp features. She had already revealed too much, more than she had intended. But there was no going back now, not if she wanted Selena’s trust. Trust, she thought bitterly—a fleeting concept in their world of shadows and blood."Oh boy," Seraphina mutters, rubbing her temples with an air of exasperation. "Guess I've said too much.""Yeah, no kidd