Seraphina's POV
My reasoning was simple: though the heads of the Moonbane family were prodigious, possessing unmatched talents, they were also prone to dying young. My grandmother, the former head of the family, had died at the age of thirty-five.
Thirty-five. It was such a young age, even by human standards. From what I had learned, the advancements in human medicine had pushed their average lifespan to seventy or even eighty years. For a wolf as powerful as my grandmother to die at thirty-five seemed... wrong. Unnatural. And yet, this was the fate that awaited every head of the family. It was part of our legacy—a legacy both glorious and cursed.
But fortune had smiled on the Moonbane family, for every time one head passed away, a new pair of twins had already been born to carry on the family’s honor. By the time my grandmother died, my mother had been strong enough to assume leadership. Now, at sixteen, Stephen and I were already supposed to be learning to manage family affairs, preparing ourselves to take over, as tradition demanded.
But we weren't. Instead, we spent our days indulging in whatever whims we pleased. It wasn't for lack of willingness on my part—at least, not initially. No, my body had betrayed me.
Since the age of twelve, when I had once been able to defeat most warriors, my health had taken a strange and drastic turn. My body grew weaker, and though I could still feel the immense power coursing through me, every time I attempted to tap into it, something went horribly wrong. My heart would race uncontrollably, my blood pressure—an odd term I learned from human medicine—would spike to dangerous levels, and soon after, my transformation into my wolf form would abruptly stop. I’d be left gasping for breath, my body shutting down, forcing me into bed for three months, sometimes more.
Helena had tried to soothe my fears, explaining that my power was growing too rapidly for my physical form to keep up. “Once you’ve fully matured, Suri, your body will catch up. Everything will balance out,” she had assured me, using the nickname that only she and Stephen were allowed to call me by.
But her words did little to calm my frustration. Losing the ability to wield my strength felt like losing a part of myself. What was worse was watching Stephen grow stronger and more capable with each passing day. His powers rivaled mine, yet he suffered no ill effects from using them. There was no struggle for him. He flourished while I wilted.
During the early days of my illness, I was filled with a bitterness I had never known before. Each day spent confined to my bed only served to deepen my resentment. I lashed out at everyone—Helena, Stephen—even though they had done nothing to deserve it. I hated the world and everything in it, including the people I loved most.
Helena, patient as always, would bear the brunt of my angry words with calm understanding. No matter how cruel I became, she never wavered in her gentleness. She would sit by my bedside, stroking my hair, whispering words of comfort that I didn’t want to hear. Stephen, too, would visit every day, his presence steady and reliable as always. He never let my venomous outbursts get to him. In time, their kindness wore me down. Shame crept in, and eventually, I couldn’t bear to recall the awful things I had said to them in those dark moments. How could I have spoken that way to Helena, the woman who had raised me like her own child? How could I have hurt Stephen, my twin, who shared my blood, my fate, my very soul?
It wasn’t long after that Helena suggested I attend a human school. She believed it would be good for me, a way to distract myself from my frustrations. “You need to expand your horizons, Suri,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. “There is more to life than power and strength. Perhaps spending time among humans will help you understand the world better.”
Stephen had agreed and insisted on accompanying me. “Helena is right,” he told me one evening as we sat by the fire. His eyes, ever calm, seemed to hold the wisdom of someone far older than sixteen. “As future leaders of this family, we need to understand the world beyond our tribe. If we stay isolated here, within these walls, we risk falling behind. Even the strongest tribe can fall into decline if it ignores the changes happening around it.”
That was Stephen—always so responsible, so thoughtful. He embraced his role as the future leader with grace and maturity. Sometimes, I wished I could feel the same sense of purpose. But the truth was, I had never been as eager to take on the responsibilities of family leadership. Despite the fact that the Moonbane family head had always been female, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Stephen would make a better leader than I ever could.
“It’s not possible, Suri,” he would say whenever I suggested it, his lips curving into a bittersweet smile. I knew what worried him—the family curse. It hung over us like a shadow, inescapable and cruel.
Seraphina's POVAt the human school, I wasn’t particularly remarkable. My grades were average, nothing special. But it didn’t matter. I had no intention of attending one of their universities. My goals were set much higher than that.My real ambition was to attend Loisage Academy, a prestigious school known only to our kind. It wasn’t a place for ordinary humans. It was a sanctuary for wolves, witches, and other magical elites. Loisage held the kind of knowledge I desperately needed—the kind that might help me break the red moon curse that had plagued my family for centuries.I knew that the answer had to be hidden somewhere in the academy’s vast collection of ancient texts. There had to be something, some spell or ancient ritual, that could finally free us from this cycle of death and loss. And if there wasn’t? Well, then I would find a way to create one myself.The weight of the curse pressed down on me more heavily with each passing year. Every time I caught a glimpse of the red mo
Seraphina's POVWithout another word, I tugged Stephen along with me, and we began to sprint through the winding paths of the Moonbane estate toward the ancient castle where our mother resided. The castle had been our family’s stronghold for generations—since the birth of the Moonbane lineage itself. Its towering spires, cloaked in shadow, loomed ominously in the distance, like a silent sentinel watching over our cursed bloodline.It had always been a place we visited sparingly, and only when absolutely necessary. Though it was our home, the castle had always felt more like a relic of the past, its stone walls cold and unwelcoming. Stephen and I had spent most of our lives in the smaller residences on the outskirts of the estate, closer to Helena’s warm, comforting presence.But now, as we raced through the castle’s grand entrance, the weight of its history pressed down on us like never before.The corridors were vast and empty, the eerie silence broken only by the echo of our footste
Seraphina's POVThe voice that reached my ears was laced with hesitation, confusion, and a faint plea for confirmation, as if it came from another world entirely. It was soft yet distant, echoing in the vastness of the shadowy space that had consumed us. The malicious gaze I had felt bearing down on me earlier—cold, oppressive, and suffocating—vanished suddenly. For a fleeting moment, I felt relief as the invisible strings that had bound my body, controlling me like a puppet, loosened. I could once again feel my own limbs, reclaiming the autonomy that had been momentarily lost.I opened my mouth, intending to speak, to ask something—anything—but before I could get the words out, the dark figure before us shifted. Its form, cloaked in shadows, stretched out its hand towards me and Stephen once again. Instinctively, I braced myself for another attempt to seize us, my pulse quickening as the familiar sense of danger washed over me.But this time, it didn’t come to strangle or harm us.In
Seraphina's POVIf those cracks continued to spread, if the shadows finally gave way to the moonlight, something would escape. Something far worse than the death that loomed over my mother now. A terror unlike anything I had ever known was about to be unleashed.I stepped forward, my feet moving before I could think. But just as I took another step, my mother’s figure wavered, her form becoming less solid, like a mirage slowly dissipating into the air. She seemed to be fading away, like she was no longer part of this world, as if an invisible barrier separated her from the rest of us.At that moment, she raised her right arm—her shadowy hand trembling—and pressed her fingers to her forehead. The flowers stopped growing for a brief moment, held at bay by her sheer will. But it was only temporary. The moon’s light was getting stronger, and I could see the flowers beginning to pulse again, as if they were ready to burst forth at any second.But then, something unexpected happened.She sm
Seraphina's POVI awoke abruptly, the vibrations from my bedroom door slamming into the wall jolting me from my dreams. My heart raced, the sharp noise still ringing in my ears as I shot upright in bed. "Seraphina!" Stephen’s voice broke through the disorienting fog of sleep, pulling me into focus.Stephen. His voice trembled in a way I hadn’t heard since we were children. A primal instinct kicked in, my body immediately tense, every nerve alert. Stephen is my twin brother, with the same striking golden hair and sapphire-like eyes as mine. We’ve always shared an unbreakable bond, something deeper than just blood. His gaze is usually soft, comforting in its familiarity. I love staring into his eyes, the way they reflect my image back at me, a perfect mirror of ourselves. Seeing myself in his eyes, calm and serene, often brought me a strange, inexplicable joy.But now, those same eyes—those beautiful, kind eyes—were filled with terror.He burst into the room, and in one fluid motion, wr
Seraphina's POVHelena would always encourage Stephen and me to care for our mother, despite the distance between us. “Her burden is heavier than you can imagine,” Helena would say. “Being the family head isn’t just about power. It’s about the curse. The bloodline.”I didn’t understand what she meant back then. Curse. That word echoed in my mind, but I couldn’t grasp its full meaning.“Why is it a curse?” I asked Helena once, my voice small and hesitant.She hesitated, her usual warmth clouded with something I couldn’t quite place. “It just is, child. Some things are too old to be explained.” Then she’d change the subject, unwilling to give me a proper answer.Helena, despite raising us, doesn’t resemble us at all. Her skin is darker, while mine is pale, almost like porcelain—fragile and flawless. Her hair is a deep brown, common among humans, while mine gleams like gold, the trademark of our lineage. Her eyes are blue, like mine, but duller, clouded with age and something else. It’s