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Seraphina's perspective

Fourteen years ago. ( 8 age )

"What are you doing here, dog?" one of the girls sneered, her voice filled with disgust. I swallowed hard, trying to stand my ground, but my voice came out weak and shaky. I took a deep breath as I stood before the witches, my heart pounding in my chest. Their presence alone was enough to make me feel small, but the way they stared at me made it even worse. "I... I'm a werewolf, not a dog," I stammered, my throat tight. Tears burned my eyes as I tried to keep my emotions in check, but the cruel laughter that followed shattered what little courage I had. "Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes. "Look at the audacity of this werewolf stepping into a witches' coven." The other girl joined in her laughter, their amusement at my expense sending a fresh wave of humiliation through me. "You do realize that we can kill you, pup?" she added, smirking as if she enjoyed the idea. I took a shaky step forward, forcing myself to speak.

"I... I wanted to meet your elder. Please let me meet her. I came without any harm," I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper. The first girl crouched down to my level and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into her cold, calculating eyes. "Look at you," she mocked. "Crying, dressed in filthy, torn clothes, and you smell like dirt. And yet, you say you came without harm. Pup, you can't even hurt a fly." Their laughter rang in my ears, making me feel even more helpless. "I can teach them a lesson, Sera. Just let me out," my wolf, Ella, growled inside my mind, her rage bubbling under the surface. "No, Ella. We can't fight them, and I don't want to be on their bad side. We are nothing compared to them," I told her firmly, trying to keep her calm. The witch tilted her head, her eyes narrowing. "Talking to your wolf, huh?" she mused, clearly amused by my inner struggle. "Please," I begged again. "I need your help. Please let me meet your elder." The two witches exchanged glances, silently communicating with each other before one of them finally sighed.

"Fine. Come with me," she said. Relief washed over me as I nodded and followed her, my steps cautious as we walked deeper into the coven. The air grew heavier, thick with magic, making it harder to breathe. I could feel the power surrounding me, pressing down on my skin like an invisible force. After a few minutes, we stopped in front of a large wooden door. The witch turned to face me, her expression serious. "Go inside, and remember, don't be funny. Our leader is inside, and she can kill you on the spot," she warned. I whimpered softly but nodded, raising my trembling hand to knock. "Come in," a sharp voice called from the other side. I hesitated before stepping inside, my breath catching as I took in the room. The air smelled of burning herbs and something else, something ancient. Shelves lined the walls, filled with glass bottles containing strange glowing liquids. Books with worn-out covers sat in neat stacks, their pages yellowed with age. In the centre of the room was a wooden table, and atop it sat a glowing magic orb, swirling with colors that seemed to shift on their own. Different types of potions, jars of dried herbs, and candles surrounded the orb, their flames flickering despite the absence of wind. Behind the table sat an older woman with piercing eyes that seemed to look right through me. Her silver hair was pulled back into a loose braid, and her long black robes gave her an aura of authority.

"Come inside and close the door," she commanded, her voice firm. I obeyed, swallowing my fear as I stepped forward. "I am the elder and leader of the witches' coven. My name is Abigail," she stated. "I'm..." I started to introduce myself, but she cut me off. "And you are Seraphina Ashford," she said, her sharp gaze pinning me in place. "A newly orphaned werewolf with no parents. Your pack was attacked by another, and your parents.....the Alpha and Luna of the pack were brutally killed. Your pack was burned to the ground, yet somehow, you survived." My breath hitched, and my body went cold. She knew everything.

Of course, she did.....she was a witch. "If you know everything about me, then help me," I said, my voice cracking as tears slipped down my face. "And why should I?" Abigail raised an eyebrow. "You do realize you're alone in a powerful witches' coven? We could kill you right now," she reminded me, her voice laced with amusement. "Please," I whispered, my body trembling. "I need your help. I... I can't handle it. The pain of losing them... it's too much." My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the cold stone floor, sobbing. Abigail stared at me with an unreadable expression. "Look at you, pup. What a mess you are right now."

"Pl-please," I stuttered, barely able to get the words out. She sighed, tapping her long fingers on the table. "Fine. What do you want me to do? I can do anything, but remember... Everything comes with a price." Her sharp eyes locked onto mine. "Tell me, what can you offer me?" Panic set in. I had nothing. No money, no power, nothing of value.

My hands instinctively went to my neck, where my mother's necklace rested. My fingers trembled as I unhooked it and placed it gently on the table. Abigail eyed the delicate silver chain and the small gemstone in the centre. "What's that?" she asked. "It's my mother's necklace," I said, my voice shaky. "My father gave it to her when he found out she was his mate, and when I was born, she gave it to me. Since then, I've never taken it off. I know it's not special to you, but... it's special to me. It's the most precious thing I own. So please... help me." For a moment, she simply stared at the necklace, her expression unreadable. Then she let out a long sigh.

"Put it back," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "I will help you, but only this once. Do not come back asking for more." Relief flooded me as I quickly put the necklace back around my neck. "So, what is it that you want me to do?" Abigail asked, her voice firm. I took a deep breath, knowing that whatever happened next would change my life forever. "I... I want you to end my wolf. I want to be human," I said blankly, my voice barely above a whisper. As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt Ella, my wolf, whimper inside my mind. Her presence trembled, filled with confusion and pain. "Please, Sera... don't do this. Why are you ending my existence? I haven't done anything wrong," Ella pleaded, her voice filled with sorrow. A sharp pain struck my chest, but I clenched my fists and forced my emotions aside. "I hate every supernatural species," I spat out, my anger overwhelming every other emotion. "And I hate what I am. Because of all this, I have nothing left." I pushed Ella back, shoving her deep into my mind where I wouldn't have to hear her cries. As I struggled to silence my wolf, Abigail's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"You can't end your wolf spirit. No one can," she said firmly. "You can't play with nature, child." My hands trembled, but I forced myself to meet her gaze. "Then do something to remove her. I hate myself for what I am. If my family had been normal, we would've survived. But because of this... this curse, I lost them all. My pack, my parents... my entire world was burned to the ground by other werewolves." My voice cracked as hot tears rolled down my cheeks. "I don't want to be part of this. I want it gone." Abigail studied me for a moment before sighing. "Fine. I can't destroy your wolf spirit, but I can put a spell on her. It will block your connection to your wolf. She will be in a deep sleep inside your mind. You will be human, unable to feel her or anything related to being a werewolf." My breath caught in my throat. "That's possible?"

"It is. But tell me something first, have you shifted yet?" I shook my head. "No. I found my wolf when I was eight. Right now, I'm eight. I was supposed to shift at fifteen." Abigail nodded as she closed her eyes, whispering words in a language I didn't understand. The air around us grew heavy, almost suffocating. A strange energy swirled in the room, making my skin prickle with unease. When she opened her eyes, they glowed faintly with power. "You are going to be a white wolf," she murmured. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "A white wolf?" Abigail leaned forward. "White wolves are rare. They possess special abilities. Are you sure you want to do this?" I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "I'm sure. I don't want anything related to supernatural creatures in my life."

"Fine," she said, but there was something unsettling in her gaze. "But we can not mess with the Moon Goddess's rules. I can put your wolf to sleep... but there's a condition." My heart pounded. "What condition?" Abigail hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Nothing can wake your wolf except for your mate," she said slowly. "Only your mate has the power to bring your wolf back. If you ever find him and he marks you... your wolf will return." I froze. "What?" She smirked. "You heard me." I clenched my fists. "I will never let that happen. I will kill him before he ever gets the chance to mark me. That's why I want you to give me a spell or something, something that will help me track and kill every werewolf and vampire." Ella whimpered again, her pain piercing through my mind. "Please, Seraphina... you can't do this..." I ignored her.

Abigail chuckled, clearly entertained by my hatred. "Now that's an interesting offer," she said. "I can put a spell on you, and I can give you a device that will help you locate and eliminate werewolves and vampires." She tilted her head, studying me. "But I know why you're asking for this. You don't just want revenge-you want to make sure no one else ever suffers the way you did. Am I right?" I didn't answer, but she smirked as if she already knew. "Alright then," she said, standing up. "Let's begin." She raised her hands, her fingers moving in intricate patterns as she chanted ancient words. The air in the room thickened, crackling with energy. A sharp pain erupted in my chest as if something was being ripped out of me. I gasped, clutching my head. "Sera... no... please... don't leave me..." Ella's voice faded, growing weaker and weaker. A sudden wave of exhaustion crashed over me. My body trembled violently as my connection to Ella was severed. The bond that once tied us together snapped like a broken thread. Then-silence. Ella was gone.

A deep emptiness filled my mind, a void where my wolf's presence had once been. The room felt eerily quiet without her voice. I let out a shaky breath. I felt human. Abigail studied me with satisfaction. "It's done," she said. I barely had time to process what had happened before she lifted her hands again and began another spell. This time, a dark mist wrapped around my arms like shackles before vanishing. "You now have the ability to track supernatural creatures, and no creature can kill you till this spell is on you," she said. She walked over to a wooden shelf and pulled out a small, black device. It looked like a watch but with a glowing red screen. She handed it to me. "This device will help you locate werewolves and vampires," she explained.

"Since you are no longer a wolf, you won't be able to sense them on your own, and you can't sense who's your mate will be. But this will do the job for you." I held the device in my hands, staring at it. Abigail crossed her arms. "Now, you are human," she said. "It's a long journey ahead, so watch your back." She narrowed her eyes. "And one last thing-pray to the Moon Goddess that you never cross paths with your mate. Because if he finds you... everything you've done will be for nothing." I tightened my grip on the device, my jaw clenched. "I will never let that happen."

Abigail smirked. "We'll see." She took a step back, her expression turning cold. "Now go, human. Our paths will never cross again." I nodded, turning toward the door. I wasn't a werewolf anymore. I wasn't weak anymore.

I was free. And I would make sure every supernatural creature paid for what they did to me.