Seraphina's POV. The atmosphere was filled with tension, though the storm had passed yet it still felt heavy in the air like it darkened sky. Fabian and I were at the edge of the Moonridge hills, staring the land before us like a blank canvas covered in blood. We had come here with a mission and intention to put an end to the whispers of rebellion that poses as a threatened to the unity of the packs. But as the wind shifted suddenly, we could perceive the faint smell of earth and smoke, I felt that this wasn’t just about rebellion anymore. It was about something far deeper, something more dangerous.Fabian!His stance was looking so rigid, every line on him has braced up for what was coming, “he said it out loud, though the words felt too small for the weight they carried. We could actually see the truth was already visible in the air. His eyes scanned the horizon, every muscle in his body tightened as he ready for anything.I felt it too. The tension, the uncertainty. Something was
Seraphina’s POVThe air reeked like dust so sharp and dry, it made the whole place stuffy and the sound of hammers drumming through the streets. The kingdom was trying to build itself back together gradually the palace walls were going up again where they had once been broken. I stood there watching and I should have felt hopeful, but I didn’t. My chest felt heavy like something about it just didn’t feel right. Something was off. It should have felt like peace but it didn’t.Their laughter, their shouts and the rhythm of their tools, should have been comforting. It should have told me we were safe again. But instead, it felt so fragile like a flame fluttering in the wind. For every brick laid, I couldn’t stop wondering what shadows might be waiting to tear it all down again. Beneath the sound of rebuilding, there was an unusual silence that seemed too heavy to be ignored like every stone set in place was leading us toward something larger and something darker waiting just beyond the
Seraphina's POV. It was a rebuilding process, wall by wall, and stone by brick. They heard hammers against stone, the murmurings of people working together and those crackling of fire in the hearths. The people were gripped by a stillness that permeated even in the midst of their work, despite the fragile progress made. Everybody seemed to be anticipating something. And so was I. We were positioned on the palace balcony, with Fabian by my side, and observed the workers below. After a long period of darkness, the sun appeared to light up new streets, and the first stars seemed to break through the fog. The peace that had been established was fragile. Nonetheless, it seemed fragile indeed. Too fragile. I asked, "Will it be enough to last?" with a barely audible voice. The topic of my inquiry was not the kingdom's walls or its reconstruction. I was not asking about our relationship, but rather the commitment we made to move forward from the past. Fabian maintained a fixed stare at t
. Seraphina's POV. The sounds of the fight still resonated in the air.' The steel battle and the warrior cries had subsided, but their impact still felt like the weight of a heavy rain cloud. I found myself in the middle of a noisy palace courtyard, with the remnants still present, but there was no hope. Those decisions that were made at this time would have major implications for the kingdom's future. I was seated before the individuals who had fought for our lives, kneeling in the dust. . In the past, they were friends and sisters, but now they are the adversaries we had aimed at defeating. Their faces stained with blood, spirits were shattered, and fate seemed uncertain. Felt a constant pain all over my heart, the weight of death on my chest and. Fabian called out "Seraphina" from behind me. It wasn’t until I had turned and stood there that I knew he was there, standing tall with the same kind of energy which made me trust him all the time. Even with his comforting presence, I
Fabian's POV.The distant and stench smell of blood and smoky fire persisted, the remnants of war enthroned throughout the land like a harsh reminder of the brutality we had just encountered. The atmosphere was no longer cloudy with ash, but the scent of death and destruction permeated the remains like a haunted dream. “Our goal is clear take back what was stolen Now, silence had taken its place. Now it was nothing but ruins walls crumbled, streets empty, and silence where life used to thrive. The core of this area was shattered. Despite the conclusion of the war, the actual challenge was only just beginning. I felt a sense of instability on the ground, which was still being shaken by all that had happened during the battle. The weight of all we had lost pressed heavily on my shoulders. The fear of what was yet to come was even more overwhelming. Following the kingdom's decline, the survivors looked at me with questions they didn't know. . I could hear the still chatter from above
Seraphina’s POVThe battle was over.The smell was so awful with stench smell of blood, smoke and sweat, all of it mixed together until it felt like it burned my lungs. The ground was covered in bodies and for a second l felt a sudden grip in my heart. But then it all went flat. I just felt nothing just the silence was worse than the fight. “But none of it mattered anymore. None of it could touch me now, not in this quiet after everything.”It seemed victory had come though it came with a high price.I could feel it deep in my bones, like a weight pressing down I couldn’t shake. We had won, yes but the cost was more than I could have imagined. Rylan Thorn and his rogue forces had fallen beneath our combined strength. Yet with their defeat came something darker, something far worse.Fabian.The Lycan King stood a few steps away, looking all battered and worn out. The power he had pulled from the blood moon had drained him completely and his strength fluttering like a dying flame. I cou