LOGINKELAVRAThe player tunnel smelled like damp concrete, fresh sweat, and copper from the blood on my knuckles.I caught up to Killian near the heavy steel doors of the equipment room.His white varsity sweater was ripped down the left collar. His nose was completely swollen and crooked, red blood dripping continuously down his chin and staining the navy blue neckband of his jersey."Killian!" I yelled, my voice echoing loudly off the low cement ceiling.He stopped dead in his tracks, but he did not turn around to face me right away."Get the fuck out of my way, Kelavra," he growled, wiping his bloody nose with the back of his leather hockey glove."I am not in the mood for your fucking bullshit right now."I took three fast, aggressive steps and grabbed his right shoulder, yanking him around to face me."You need to listen to me right fucking now, you arrogant piece of shit!" I roared, my whole frame shaking with pure, burning rage."You saw what just happened out on that ice!""The guy
SILASThe icy air high up in the arena rafters burned like fire down my raw throat with every ragged breath I dragged into my ruined lungs.I stood deep in the dark shadows of the highest concrete catwalk, my back pressed hard against the cold wall while I pulled my heavy jacket tight over my bare, bloodied chest to hide the pitch-black silver-poison leaking through my torn shirt. Down below, the blinding stadium lights hit the fresh sheet of ice in a glaring reflection that made my blown-out pupils ache. Every single pulse of my blood sent a wave of sickening agony straight through my ribs, the fresh surgical stitches tearing apart under my skin every time I shifted my weight against the iron railing.I was not supposed to be anywhere near this building. Killian’s six o'clock deadline had passed, my varsity locker was completely gutted, and all my gear was sitting in trash bags in the trunk of my car like garbage.But I could not stay the fuck away from the ice.Down on the rink, a s
SERAPHINAThe air inside the sports library was freezing... smelling of harsh bleach... wet wool... and rotting paper.I sat alone at a low wooden table shoved deep into the darkest back corner of the book stacks, hiding my body behind a massive pile of leather-bound athletic registers. My entire frame was throbbing with a dull, sickening pain from the brutal brawl out on the quad. My scalp was still burning where Trixie had yanked my hair back... my jaw was locked tight... and my hands were trembling violently deep inside the pockets of my thin jacket.Silas was somewhere down in the ice-cold basement of the arena... clearing out his varsity locker before Killian’s six o'clock deadline expired.He had refused to let me step foot down those concrete stairs with him. When we crossed the threshold of the building, he had grabbed my arm with his bloody fingers, shoved me hard toward the library doors, and barked straight into my face to sit my ass down and stay out of his fucking sight w
SERAPHINAThe iron gates of Killian’s estate slammed shut behind us with a loud, metallic clang that echoed down the freezing, empty street.The morning air outside was biting cold, slicing straight through the fabric of my thin jacket like sharp razors, but the burning, unhinged rage coming off Silas was ten times worse.He didn't just walk ahead of me—he marched like a frantic shadow, his posture rigid, his knuckles bloodied and clamped into tight fists inside his dark pants. Every single ragged breath tearing out of his chest rattled violently with dark silver-poison. Fresh blood was still soaking through his torn shirt, staining the cotton pitch-black right over his ripped surgical stitches, but his pitch-black Alpha eyes were blazing with pure, lethal murder."Silas, slow the fuck down right now!" I growled, rushing my pace to grab his bloody arm from behind."Don't fucking touch me right now, Seraphina!" Silas snarled, snapping his head around so fast his jaw clicked, his sharp
KillianThe heavy deadbolt slid back with a loud, metallic click that sliced straight through the cold morning silence.I pushed the room door open with my foot, stepping across the threshold while taking a slow, easy sip from my glass of whiskey. The air hitting my face was thick and suffocating, reeking of raw sex, copper, cold sweat, and dried silver-poison.The whole room was a total fucking disaster.Glass from the broken sink was scattered across the rug, the chairs were smashed against the walls, and the bed sheets were ripped to shreds.Silas was sitting on the edge of the mattress like a dying corpse.His bare chest was a horrifying wreck of open stitches, torn skin, and black silver-burns, his skin as pale as ash. His dark, blown-out Alpha eyes locked onto mine with enough unhinged hatred to tear my throat off my neck if his wrecked body could actually stand up.Beside him, Seraphina pulled a dirty sheet up to her bare shoulders, her body trembling violently under my gaze.M
SILASThe lingering stench of Killian's cheap fucking cologne in the bedsheets made my back teeth grind together until my jaw clicked.Every single second Seraphina had spent inside this bastard's house was a red-hot needle thrust straight into my brain. My self-control didn't just break. It disintegrated into absolute fucking dust.I didn't give a fuck about the silver burning through my lungs. I didn't give a single fuck about the torn surgical stitches screaming across my ribs. Or the black, silver-laced blood soaking the waist of my dark trousers.All that fucking mattered was wiping every single trace of another male off what belonged to me."Silas... wait..." Seraphina gasped out, her soft hands pressing uselessly against my bare, blood-slicked chest.I didn't let her finish.I snatched both of her slender wrists in one massive, calloused hand, hauling her small frame completely off the floorboards and slamming her down onto the heavy mattress in a blur of raw, possessive, and a
SERAPHINACold chills seeped down my bones as I stuffed my bags angrily. My wolf growled low in my chest. Irritation crawled down my spine as I packed every last bit of my stuff into my box. My wolf perked up her ears. I heard the lock click on the door and I felt uneasy. I had expected him to stay
SILASI stiffened… her scent hit my nose. My wolf lifted his head inside me. Everyone in the hallway went still. Their breaths caught. A few lower rank wolves lowered their eyes."Silas…" she called out. Her breath hitched as I turned to face her. My wolf growled low in my chest. Her red wavy hair
SERAPHINA2 years laterI stared at my phone. The hunt was over. My pack had taken the championship.I screamed so loud my wolf howled with me. Thorne groaned. My mum grumbled. This was the final match of the season, and my pack had beaten them all."Pull over," I ordered the driver behind the whee
SERAPHINA HE obviously does not love my mother, to Alpha Thorne she was a perfect mate… a Luna to lead. A strong mate. And I? Was nothing but collateral fucking damage."She is in safe hands, Dad. I will have her checked into all her classes. SERAPHINA is in very good hands," Silas spoke, smiling







