Seraphina's POV. Despite the heavy clouds that had blanketed this area during Nightfall, only a small portion of the moon managed to pass through it. The horizon shone, shadows drifting through the terrain, long fingers clawing into the woods. The air had an ancient, dark, and forceful aura. The wolves charged forward before either of us could respond. Their rapid movement was accompanied by the noise of jaws breaking.' Fabian's transformation was instant. He smashed his claws into the pack, fighting like a Lycan King. It was not just the wolves that were attacking. They were testing us. Testing me. In the midst of the chaos, I pulled away with my own blade, heart racing, trying to keep my balance. The wolves' energy was unmatched, and I felt like breathing out. The wolves were not the only ones.' They were suffocated in the darkness, fearless by the magic. Another person entered the clearing during the fighting. A woman. Dark hair flowed over her face, and her eyes sparkled with
Seraphina’s POVThe silence in the wrecked kingdom stands in the air - it's like a blanket that spreads all over everything around me - the heart of the kingdom, the streets that once took me down on their wild dreams are now dead, those stone walls that were once pillars of strength are cracked and fallen like a dream broken.I’m just standing here, in the middle of what’s left. Everything’s broken. Everything’s gone. I keep looking, hoping it’ll turn back into what it was. But it won’t. It’s all just ruins. Nothing feels real. Just the silence ,cold air and me.Still here, somehow staring just pieces of what used to be scattered everywhere. And my chest feels empty. Heavy, but hollow. The wind won’t shut up either, keeps moving through the ruins like it remembers. Like it knows what this place meant. We gave everything. We believed in something. And now it’s just dust.Fabian stands beside me, his broad shoulders at the full weight of the war that we have just won and the war t
Fabian's POVThe war room’s walls was cold stone , press in on me, making it hard to breathe. Each beat of my heart pounds like a warning, full of anger I can’t push down.Betrayal! Again. The word won’t leave me. It’s like poison slow, thick, and burning every time I think of it.I’ve been hurt before, but this… this goes deeper.This isn’t just broken trust. It feels like someone tore something deep inside me.I curl my fists at my sides and turn from the table, struggling to stop the anger from breaking loose and swallowing me whole.Tricia. She’s the reason for this mess ,for the storm spinning wild in my head. Once already she has betrayed me; played me for a fool, she collaborated with the rogues and fed them our secrets. I should have realized then that she wasn't to be trusted, but I trusted her lies, believed her vows of loyalty. She vowed she would be with me, assisting me reestablish, but all the while she had her own agenda.And she has now done it once more. She’s betraye
Seraphina’s POVThe silence of the evening didn’t ease the weight in the air. The air wouldn’t move. It just sat there, thick on my skin. I was standing where the trees ended, looking out at everything I knew. The moon was up, throwing shadows across the land. This was the place that made me. And the place that nearly destroyed me. My heart thudded hard, not just from nerves, but from everything this ground remembered. The silence disturbed me. I sensed it in my bones; something tonight would alter. The rogue forces got nearer than they ever had.Each sound was magnified in my heightened condition: the little rustling in the trees, the flick of motion in the side of my sight. Every instinct screamed that I was being observed. But there was more—something greater, gnawing at me. One who betrays. I had my hand on the dagger without even thinking. It felt normal. Like it belonged there. There was no telling what I’d be up against. But I knew this wouldn’t be enough and still, I held on
Fabian's POVLong shadows across the battlefield were created by the low horizon's dropping of the sun. The expectation of what was to come permeated the air with the stench of blood. I stood at the head; behind me my soldiers were prepared for the storm. This was the moment we’d been waiting for, holding onto it through every hardship.The odds weren’t on our side, but none of that mattered. We had each other, and we weren’t outnumbered, that alone was enough to keep our fear in check. I would not lose.The sword felt heavy in my hand. I held on tighter, my fingers stiff around the hilt.Every sound hit harder, every small movement stood out like it was all that mattered. Before me extended the combat, a patchwork of terrain we would either claim or die trying to hold."For the king!" I shouted. My voice traveled across the soldiers and ignited the blood of every fighting on my side. It was a rebellion yell, the cry of someone with nothing left to lose. For too long, the kingdom had
Seraphina’s POVThe air grew thicker and thicker, as if the earth beneath me was carrying my doubts. The shaking I felt was not caused by the cold, but rather by a force that seemed to pull me down from all sides. I felt an impetuous feeling among the ethereal and surrounding shadows, watching me with eagerness as they let me slip.He was from my youth, but he remained calm and collected. He moved around us like a whisper of fog, barely there but impossible to ignore. Then he stopped, a faint, cold smile pulling at his lips, and something strange flickered in his eyes, something that made my stomach twist.“Seraphina,” he said softly, but the way he said my name made the hairs on my arms rise. “You must go back to the past, my friend,” he said almost with jest." You were always meant to be mine."My heart hurt, it was too much, too fast and I felt it in my throat. In my head, everywhere. It wouldn’t stop Everything inside me was a mess, sure I wasn’t her anymore. I wasn’t the girl who