Novels by wizyprose

Chapter 7: Lysandra’s False CrownSeraphine’s POVI woke up to the sound of bells ringing through the pack house. They were loud and insistent, the kind that called everyone to the central square. I dressed quickly in the black dress they had given me, the dress made me look more like a witch than ever. My fingers shook as I tied the laces. Why now? What is Lysandra up to? I had seen her watching me these past days, her smiles too sweet, her eyes too sharp. She hated me being here, close to Rhydian. And now this.The door opened without a knock. Eldric stood there, his face stern as always. “Alpha wants you in the square. Now.”I nodded and followed him out. Warriors rushed past with tensed faces. No one looked at me directly, but I felt their stares on my back. Outside, the square was packed with the entire pack, hundreds of them stood in tight groups. The crowd whispered in uneasy looks. Their bodies moved and they glanced at each other. Up on the wooden platform stood L

Chapter 6: The Alpha’s TestSeraphine’s POVRhydian’s eyes stayed locked on my face, and I saw his chest beating faster than normal. He took a step closer, and the pack went more silent. “Stand up,” he said, in a rough voice.I pushed myself to my feet slowly, my legs shaking a little from the cold and the pain in my ribs. “Who are you?” he asked again, quieter this time, but with an edge that made my stomach tighten.“Elowen Solenne,” I said, keeping my voice soft and even. Inside, my thoughts raced. He knows something’s off. He has to feel it. Why else would he look at me like that?Rhydian glanced at the crowd, then back at me. His jaw tightened, and he raised his voice so everyone could hear. “This witch is now a guest in Shadowfang. Under my protection. Her magic could help the pack.” He paused, and his eyes swept over the warriors and villagers. “Anyone who touches her answers to me.”Gasps rippled through the pack. I heard mutters, some angry, some confused. A few wolve

Seraphine’s POVI pulled the black hood lower over my face and kept walking. The snow fell heavier now, and thick flakes stuck to my lashes and melted down my neck. Every step toward the border was like walking back into my own grave.I knew these woods better than anyone. I had run them as a wolf. I had kissed Rhydian against that pine tree right there. I had carried baskets of healing herbs along this exact path when I was still Luna and everyone smiled when they saw me coming.Now the same trees watched me like strangers. I stopped at the invisible line that marked Shadowfang land. My boots sank into the snow then my chest tightened so hard I almost turned back.You can still run, a small voice whispered. Go north. Disappear. Let them think Seraphine Wynter is dead forever.I remembered feeling it when my wolf howled inside Rhydian’s chest. A pull so strong my ribs ached. She was waiting for me and she was fighting for me.I stepped over the border. Nothing happened, no alarm, n

Seraphine’s POVI quickly shut the door behind me and leaned against it. The witch’s cottage was quiet except for my unsteady breath. I could still hear that howl. It lived under my ribs now, repeating over and over. My trapped wolf, she’s hurting and calling out to me.I pressed my back harder against the wood and slid down until I sat on the floor. My legs could no longer hold me so I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them to keep them from spreading out. Whenever I closed my eyes I saw the Rhydian who was so much in love with me, not the one that drove a dagger into my body. I saw the Rhydian who…who used to lift me off the ground when he was happy to see me. I saw the one who kissed my forehead every morning. The one who promised forever while his teeth sank into my skin and the mate mark bloomed hot and perfect. Dear Moon Goddess…what was my offence?I slowly moved my hand under the edge of my dress and found the scar along my ribs. My skin was hot and

Seraphine’s POVThe candles went off, and only the morning light slipped through the curtains. I sat in the middle of it with my legs crossed and my new hands open on my knees. My whole body felt like it had been dragged behind a horse all night. I felt hurt in everything part of my body, emotionally and physically. I took a slow deep breath and tried to feel the power again. It answered me quickly. Violet sparks circled across my fingertips before I even knew it. I jerked my hands apart and the sparks shot to the wall. The old wood cracked loudly and I flinched hard.“Calm down,” I told myself. My voice still sounded strange in my ears.“Just calm down.”I closed my eyes and tried again. This time I pictured a small light, just enough to see the room. I felt the magic rise inside my chest, warm and eager, and I pushed it gently toward my palm.A ball of violet fire exploded in my hand.I screamed and threw it away from me. It hit the table and the whole thing went up in flames.

Seraphine’s POVMy eyes snapped open and everything around me was strange. The air smelled of herbs and smoke. My lungs pulled tightly as I tried to sit up. My arms shook under a weight with smaller arms and thinner wrists. My heart slammed against a ribcage that felt too narrow. I looked down and unknown hands stared back at me. Pale, long fingers, faint blue veins under skin that had never seen sunshine. These weren't my hands, my hands had carried baskets of herbs for the pack healer and held Rhydian's face the night he marked me. These hands were too small to be mine. I jerked upright and pain shot through my side. A higher pitched hiss tore out of my throat, my fingers went to the ache and brushed hot. Under the thin night gown, I found myself wearing a mark that burned deep into my skin. I shoved the fabric aside and stared surprisingly. The mate mark was there, but the direction of the mark was reversed backwards.The beautiful crescent moon and claw lines that Rhydian