SaraphinaI couldn't believe what I saw. I stayed trapped in the small room for two days without leaving.Why didn't I run on the night of the full moon? Why wasn't I afraid? I should have been terrified, but I wasn't. Instead, I felt a pull towards him.I'd heard stories when I was little about how lycans actually look, and nothing came close to the monstrosity I witnessed that night.But what scared me the most wasn't the shift, but the way it bowed the same with my dreams.I'd been in the castle for a week, and my life kept getting more complicated by each day.I sat, thoughtful, when the name Lilian rang in my head. It was that maid that helped me when I was imprisoned in the donjon.But then I remembered she introduced herself as Lilian Noir... No, that couldn't be right.I was so weak, and I was probably hallucinating. I felt so confused.I got up and walked towards the door. I placed my hand on the door knob, feeling hesitant to pull it.It felt like I was losing my sanity in t
LucianThe shift was unbearable.And no one could see me like this the monstrosity I'd become every full moon but she did.She watched as the beast inside of meViolently clawed its way out of me.She saw my bones cracking one by one, the pain shredding through every nerve like fire. It never got easier, with every full moon that came and went.But tonight, the monster bowed to her. I was in control, and I'd never been in control of the beast. Not after she died.That night I didn't sleep. I paced my room, laid on the bed till it was dawn.When I ran into the forest, I wasn't sure where she had gone to, but what haunted me was why she was not frightened by the beast she saw.A knock landed on the door, followed by Veronica.She walked hesitantly. When I raised my head to meet her eyes, I immediately stood up from the bed and walked to the window.I wasn't interested in talking to her or anyone right now.She walked to me.“Leave,” I said without looking at her.“Lucian... please, I'm
SaraphinaI tried opening my eyes, but my vision was blurry. Was I still in that dark place?If I was, I didn’t want to wake up. There was peace with the darkness, and I didn’t want to come back to my reality.My eyes finally opened and I couldn’t see anything for a moment. I felt so weak. Moving felt so impossible.I managed to get up and I looked around. This didn’t look like the donjon or even my room.I’d been here before... it... it was his room.I quickly got off the bed and headed straight to the door, wondering how I got here in the first place.But before I could head out, a maid walked in, her head bowed.“The king asked me to help you wash up,” the maid said softly, still not meeting my gaze.I stared at her, confused. My lips parted, but no words came out. What was I supposed to say? Why would he bring me here? Why was I not back in the dungeon or worse?And why would he send a maid to help a servant wash up? I took a step back, suddenly self-conscious in the dirty clothes
Lucian“Where. Is she…”No one responded, everyone’s head was bowed, they were all trembling.“Where is my slave?” I yelled, but no one spoke. I didn't know why I was getting furious, but the rage inside of me I couldn't control.“My King,” Veronica's poisonous voice came from behind me. “You just came from a three days’ journey, you should be resting, not looking for a worthless slave.” She placed a hand on me seductively. “Come, let me show you a good time.”“Veronica, get your filthy hands off me.”She looked confused, but she did as told.I was more than confused at my reaction too, but that didn't matter right now. I had to find her.“She’s just some slave. What’s so important about her?”I just looked at Veronica, but she refused to meet my gaze.“Where is she?”“Where’s who?” She acted confused pretending not to know who I was talking about.“Where is Seraphina, Veronica? Don't make me ask again.”Veronica flinched. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, voice quie
SeraphinaI woke up, my breath ragged, chest heaving as sweat covered my face. I sat up on the narrow mattress, my hands trembling as I pressed them together.The golden-eyed wolf… the word it said vividly in my head.Mate.Oh God, it was this place. This was what was affecting me. I was in the wolves’ territory that would explain this kind of dream, because witches don't get mates.I was lost in thoughts, trying to give meaning to the dream I had, when a knock on the door shifted my attention. It wasn't the trembling or rude servant.It was a young girl. She looked probably my age or younger. She had sandy hair and wide, fearful eyes.“His Majesty requests for you,” she said quickly. “Now.”I didn't ask why, didn’t argue.I rose from the bed, smoothing the dull gray dress over my body, and followed shortly behind her. The hallway was quiet as usual.The further we walked, the harder my heart drummed against my chest.We stopped in front of a door I wasn't sure I'd passed before. “Wha
SeraphinaThe castle was colder on the inside as the guards walked me to God knows where. It wasn't the chill of the stony cold walls. It was something else. Something weird. I felt it.The castle halls weren't just wild, they were grand. It was lit up with flames that didn't warm anything. Banners of silver and black lined the walls, each bearing the crescent moon the mark of the Eternal Alpha.The guards led me through corridors where servants stood against the walls to avoid me. No one spoke, but it didn't hide the irritation in their eyes.No one dared look me in the eye. As if they feared whatever I was. Or whatever I might become.The disgust written all over their face only told me one thing,this was the beginning of my hell.I was taken to a chamber in the far corners of the east hallway. It wasn’t a dungeon, but it wasn’t comfortable either. The stone walls were bare. The bed plain. A basin of cold water and a folded shift lay waiting.“Your room,” one of the guards muttered