Serena's POV"This is preposterous. Unacceptable. I don't understand how everything got to this. What the hell were you doing that you couldn't caution your child to maintain her lane and not place her sights in the places she can't reach? What exactly were you doing?!!!" Elder Mobius of the werewolf clan, Damon's dad, is thundering in the Blackthorn mansion, where I remain seated, gazing at the ground with extreme fear in my senses.I am surrounded by our parents, Damon and I, and it is increasing my fear all the more because dad is currently situated in a section of the large expansive sitting room with his legs crossed, relaxed back against the sofa, piercing me with that frightening gaze that tells me that a series of endless punishments are my portion by the time this discussion is over.He looks impatient as he continues to tap his foot on the floor relentlessly, increasing the fear in my body."This is one of the biggest abominations I've ever heard in my entire life in the sup
Damon's POV I won't lie to you. I don't know what everyone is thinking about me right now. I don't know if they can see my expression and tell me what I am thinking deeply. But I am concerned about one thing. I am freaking frightened. I am not frightened because of the ongoing scandal between me and Serena. I am not scared about what I did with her. Goddess knows why I am not even feeling any amount of regret about it. If nothing I am feeling instead a very powerful urge and craving deep down within me to just be with her in any way I can.It's crazy and it feels abnormal. But it's how it is for some strange reason. Looking at her sitting beside me with that majestic, smooth, beautiful, pale face of hers, flashing me those stunning crystal-like irises is giving me some sort of calmness I never expected to feel whenever I'm standing right in front of the man before me known to be my father.I know I am in deep trouble. I know I have messed things up. I can tell that my mom is a
Damon's POVI am left at a stagnant spot on the chair as I look up at the lady speaking harshly towards the man who is supposed to be my father with all the boldness and confidence that I have never seen in my life.I know I have admitted that she looks extremely pretty revealing a little bit of her vampire side, that particular trait that her father has possessed all these years but seeing her talk this way is stirring up some strange and annoyed feelings deep down within me that make me clench my fist tight as I continue to look at her feeling my wolf threatening to bust out soon in a few minutes.I don't know how I stand up and take hold of her shoulder, swinging her around to face me as I glare hard at her, pointing at her with a warning tone."First of all, you should mind the way you talk to my father, and second of all, mind the way you talk about me. I am not your mate.""You aren't. You are the most disgusting piece of trash I have ever seen in my life and the most infuriatin
Serena's POV "So now that you have successfully disgraced this family and dragged our name to the mud, what do you have to say for yourself?" I remain silent, gazing at the ground and blinking my eyelids rapidly trying to contain the heavy palpitation of my heart as dad's frightening voice, reaches into my ears, sending tremors through my spine. The good goddess, knows that I don't really want it to get to this but he is not leaving me any choice at this moment and he is making it so hard right now for me to catch my breath with the dangerous dark aura I am feeling from him. I take a deep breath and remain silent, still gazing at the ground because I know it is a very wrong move to say anything while he is still angry and trying to trash a situation probably about a mistake being made. He is pacing all over the entire large sitting room with my mom following him up and down as though trying to calm him down but he is evading her advances. "I seriously do not know what to do with
Serena's POV At this point in time, I find myself silently praying to the moon goddess that the earth would just open up and swallow me so that I don't get to continue to experience what I am going through right now. argghh!!!! This is freaking crazy and I am having a hard time trying to regain my stance as I make my way through the aisle towards that particularly annoying figure, standing at the far end looking a little bit confusing with a sort of expression I can't fathom in his eyes. " Keep your legs steady and try not to fumble if you don't want me to lash out at you in the public right now. " I can hear that sharp commanding tone directly beside me as Dad keeps my arm stiff and wrapped around his, while leading me towards the altar where Damon is presently standing and waiting for me. Just like mom had already stated and described, this is literally the worst wedding any girl can ever dream of encountering in all her entire existence. This is literal hell and because of the
Serena's POV I jerk up on the bed, sharply to the loud sound of the most annoying object I detest with every fabric of my being and the moment I look to my left to see the screaming, bedside alarm beside me, I heave a sigh of relief and shake my head, slumping back against the bed. I close my eyes and rake my fingers through my hair, rubbing my palm against my forehead as I try to ease this light headache I am feeling due to the extent at which I was taken by surprise. Jeez. For the goddess sake, my heart is thumping so fucking fast!! I was startled. I shake my head and slowly open my eyes to look at the ceiling, reminiscing about what I had just experienced. I just had the most frightening dream I can ever imagine in my life. I am praying to the good goddess that it is not true. I'm going to ensure that this stupid dream never comes to reality never even in million years. I had the most terrifying dream that I got married to Damon, my fucking nemesis!!!I slap my palm again
Damon's POV I look at her for a brief minute, trying to organize the thoughts in my head, according to what she just asked me right now. Yeah, I guess I should also ask myself that particular question. But there is actually something different from everything. The funny thing is that I am not pretending. Good goddess knows I am not pretending and the only thing my body is craving for right now is her. Crazy right? As it should be. So fucking crazy.My worst enemy. The very person I swore with my entire being that I was going to detest till the day I joined my ancestors. I have always hated her presence and her kind. Just seeing her breathing usually gets me annoyed. But now, I don't know if I should even take my time to explain what happened because I don't even know how to explain it. I am completely confused. My emotions are in a confused frenzy right now as I continue to look at her, while she gives me that questioning gaze. I guess it has already become so evident to her
Damon's POV From the tone of the voice I am hearing from the phone, I can tell that that is her werewolf friend, Cassidy. And I damn well know her too much. She is a rogue wolf with no intention of ever fitting into any pack so it is no surprise that she is one of serena's friends. I don't know what to say about Luna because she doesn't really have any bizarre attributes to her but the supernaturals at school already know the three of them as the girls with a lot of weirdness. With a jolt, I realized that she has ended the call and she is about stepping back into their apartment. I quickly step back inside and move briskly away from the entrance before she comes in and looks at me with an expression that tells she wasn't expecting my presence. She looks at me for a while and then rolls her eyes before attempting to walk past me towards the staircase that leads to her room.But I stopped her instantly forcing her to come to a halt directly beside me.She turns her head a little t
SERENA'S POVThe whispers have stopped abruptly, leaving behind a vacuum of sound that feels more threatening than the voices themselves.But the air still trembles with unease, the silence pressing against my skin like invisible fingers searching for weakness. I can feel the weight of it—the kind of oppressive stillness that sinks into your bones and settles there, making you feel like you're the only thing left alive in a world that's suddenly forgotten how to breathe. The quiet has substance, a presence that fills my lungs with each desperate inhale.The hallway stretches before me, unnaturally... still. No footsteps echoing against marble. No distant chatter of students. No subtle humming of electricity through the walls. Just an eerie stillness, like time itself has forgotten to move forward, caught between one moment and the next in perpetual suspension.I blink rapidly, my pulse quickening to a frantic rhythm as I spin around in place, eyes darting to every corner, every shadow
SERENA'S POVCassie and Luna are staring at me with an unsettling intensity, their expressions frozen somewhere between concern and alarm. It's as though they've just witnessed something shift in my face—something subtle yet profoundly disturbing that I can't see myself."What did you hear?" Luna asks carefully, her amber eyes scanning the space around me methodically, as if she might spot something invisible lurking in the air between us. Her fingers twitch at her sides, ready to summon her power if needed.Cassie leans closer, the scent of her jasmine perfume momentarily overwhelming my senses. "Serena. Talk to us," she urges, her voice low but firm, deliberately calm in a way that makes my skin prickle. "Your eyes just... glazed over for a second."I shake my head, forcing my lips into what I hope resembles a reassuring smile. The muscles in my face feel stiff, uncooperative. "It's nothing. I think... I'm just tired. Stressed. You know how it is with finals and everything." The lie
SERENA'S POV The air feels too still, unnaturally suspended in time and space.The library—usually quiet, yes, but never like this—has taken on a heavy, oppressive silence. A silence that presses against my eardrums and weighs on my shoulders like an invisible burden. My pulse is slowing to an ominous crawl, my breath shaky and uneven, and I finally notice the subtle environmental changes that my anger has triggered: the way the floorboards creaked earlier under invisible pressure, the faint hum of old wiring now fallen silent, the way dust motes have stopped swirling in the golden streams of late afternoon light that slice through the tall windows. It's not just quiet in here.It's frozen. Suspended in amber. Time itself seems to hesitate.Because of me. Because of what I am. What I've become.Cassidy leans in close, her warm breath tickling my ear, her voice a hushed whisper brushing just beneath the oppressive silence. "Serena," she murmurs, her eyes darting nervously to the human
SERENA'S POVThe guard positioned in front of me might as well be carved out of granite—stone-faced, unflinching, and somehow immune to every ounce of white-hot fury I throw at him. His massive frame blocks my way completely, arms crossed over his chest like living barriers."Move," I say through clenched teeth, my voice dangerously low, vibrating with barely contained rage. The corridor's fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across his impassive face.He doesn't blink. Doesn't even acknowledge that I've spoken. His eyes—dark and cold as a winter midnight—stare straight ahead, looking through me as if I'm nothing but air."I said, move." Each word drops like a stone between us, heavy with threat and desperation. My hands curl into tight fists at my sides, nails digging crescents into my palms.Still nothing. Not a muscle twitches in his face. The library is too quiet, unnaturally so, as if the world is holding its breath. The air feels too still, too thick with tension. It feels lik
SERENA'S POVI count seconds. Minutes. Hours, maybe. The ticking clock on the wall becomes my only focus as I've stopped listening to the lecture entirely. My fingers tap relentlessly against the polished wooden desk—an impatient, staccato rhythm that's driving Cassidy crazy beside me, though she's too polite to say much beyond the occasional sigh and pointed glance. My eyes flick nervously from the analog clock to the window, where I spot one of the black-suited shadows stationed across the sun-drenched courtyard. Another bodyguard, stiff as a statue, lurks near the gym entrance, his eyes constantly scanning the perimeter. Yet another one positions himself strategically behind the library, almost blending into the shadows of the building. All of them here for me—watchful, vigilant, suffocating.I grit my teeth until my jaw aches. The realization sits heavy in my chest: I'm a prisoner in my own school, surrounded by walls both visible and invisible."Serena," Cassidy whispers, her war
SERENA'S POVI'm surrounded.Not by enemies, not by anything dangerous—well, not in the usual sense of supernatural threats that have become my unwelcome norm. Instead, I'm surrounded by four armed boarding guards stationed strategically throughout the school hallway as if I'm a high-profile political target under imminent threat of assassination. Their vigilant eyes scan everyone who walks by with clinical precision, their postures rigid as steel beams, their expressions ice-cold and perpetually alert, betraying nothing but absolute focus on their singular mission: keeping me "safe."And I am absolutely fuming.I clutch my notebooks to my chest with white-knuckled fingers, trying desperately to breathe past the tightness constricting my throat like an invisible hand. The weight of so many watchful gazes—both the guards' and the curious students'—presses down on me, making the hallway feel smaller with each passing second. I look at the guards again, scattered along the corridor like
The forest is unnaturally still, as if the very air has frozen in anticipation of some unspeakable event.Thick, serpentine mist coils around the gnarled roots of ancient trees as Isabella moves deeper into the woods at the far end of the city, her long dark gown trailing like spilled ink over the carpet of dead leaves. The fabric whispers against the forest floor, a sound too delicate for the malevolence that radiates from her slender form. Shadows crowd her from every angle, pressing against her skin like curious spectators, but she doesn't flinch. Not tonight. The searing pain in her chest is too consuming, drowning out all lesser fears.She grits her teeth, jaw muscles flexing visibly beneath her pale skin, each step sharp with fury and frustration that pulses from her like a beacon. The forest itself seems to shy away from her presence, branches curling back as she passes.Her mind, restless and raw, replays the moment again and again in vivid, excruciating detail—Serena suspende
SERENA'S POVI'm falling.There's no wind, no gravity—just this endless, sickening drop into a black pit that stretches forever beneath me. My arms flail wildly, desperate fingers grasping at empty air, seeking something, anything to halt my descent. But there's nothing. Just darkness so complete it seems to devour even the concept of light.I scream.No sound comes out. My vocal cords strain against the silence, but the void swallows every vibration before it can form into something real.I twist my body, neck craning painfully as I search frantically for a ledge, a crack, a single handhold in this endless darkness. Still nothing. Just me and the hungry void, its maw opened wide to consume me whole. Panic squeezes my lungs with iron bands, my chest burning with a helplessness so profound it feels like drowning on dry land. Then—A light.Far off, warm and pulsing like a heartbeat. Golden threads of hope in an ocean of despair. I reach for it with everything I have, muscles straining
The dust has barely settled, hanging suspended in beams of fractured light that pierce through the collapsed sections of ceiling.The building is a shell of what it was—walls cracked and splintered like brittle bones, furniture reduced to unrecognizable ruins, and the air heavy with the acrid sting of scorched magic that burns the nostrils with every breath. Ancient power lingers, a toxic residue clinging to every surface. But Frederick's eyes aren't on the wreckage surrounding them. They're locked on Serena—his daughter, his blood—with an intensity that could burn through steel.She lies still, her body cradled in Luna's arms like something precious and broken beyond repair. Her skin is ghostly pale against the dark fabric of Luna's clothes, her chest rising and falling in uneven rhythms. Luna kneels beside them, her slender hands hovering just above Serena's face, fingertips trembling with concentration. Her lips move in silent incantations—ancient words passed down through generati