LOGINChapter ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY THREE— TyrantBlake“WHAT?!!” She screamed in response.The wind howled through the ruins like a wounded thing that refused to die.I watched her as she stood before me, her chest rising and falling too fast, her eyes filled with something I had not seen in years.Despair.. It almost made me laugh.“Awwnn.. You can’t do it?” I repeated slowly, “You can’t bring me his head?”She shook her head immediately, stepping back as if distance alone could protect her from the truth standing in front of her.“I can’t,” she said, her voice firm despite the tremor beneath it. “And I won’t.”Then I laughed and the sound echoed against the broken stone walls around us, bouncing back like a mockery of everything she believed in.“Of course,” I muttered, dragging a hand across my face. “Of course you won’t.”Her brows furrowed. “Blake.. ”“Don’t,” I snapped instantly, my voice cutting through the air like a blade. “Don’t say my name like you have any right to it.”She fli
Seraphines PovThe truth I had been told did not leave me as I woke up, it did not fade with the night neither did it soften with the morning.It was just there breathing beneath my skin like something alive.I moved through the day as though I were watching someone else live it.Servants bowed, warriors passed with urgency, voices rose and fell around me in fragments of strategy, fear and preparation.Clawfrost had shifted overnight. It was no longer just a refuge, it was now a fortress waiting for war.And I… I was somewhere in the middle of it.Uncertain and unsteady and broken in ways I did not yet understand.“Luna?”The voice barely registered but I still turned slowly towards the voice, a servant stood there, hesitant.“There is a message from the war chamber,” she said softly. “The Alpha requests your presence for the evening meal.”I nodded. “Tell him I will come.”She bowed and left and I stood there for a moment longer trying to gather myself.m and trying to become somethi
Seraphines pov“…Sleep well, Seraphine.”She turned to leave.“No.. wait.” The word tore out of me before I could stop it.And Liora paused as if she had expected it.. Of course she had, the girl was fond of acting like a witch.She turned back towards me, with one of her brow lifting slightly in quiet amusement, while her hand still rested over the gentle curve of her stomach.“What is it?” she asked softly.IEvery instinct inside me screamed not to ask, not to give her the satisfaction, not to stand there looking like something broken and desperate in front of her.But something deeper overrode it.. Something raw.. Something that needed answers.“What do you know?” I asked, my voice tighter than I wanted it to be. “Tell me everything.”Her smile deepened. “I was wondering how long it would take you,” she murmured.“Liora,” I snapped, stepping off the bed slowly, careful not to wake Aurelian. “This is not a game.”“No,” she said lightly. “It isn’t.”Then she sighed softly, as though
Seraphines pov“My blood… belongs to them.”The words had barely left my lips before silence swallowed them whole.I sat there for what felt like an eternity, staring down at the open pages, at the symbol that had rewritten everything I thought I knew about myself.Dustfang was not just an enemy, they were not just a forgotten name dragged back from the dead.But they were something far more dangerous, something… personal.My fingers trembled slightly as I closed the book, the sound echoing softly in the empty library.“No,” I whispered again, but this time there was no resistance behind it.Only fear because deep down… I already knew.I had felt it.It had been blood.‘Calm down Seraphine.. I need you to breathe.. if you panic more than you already have we might turn this library into debris’ she spoke again.I pushed myself to my feet slowly, my body suddenly feeling heavier than it should.Everything felt different, the air, the books, even the ground beneath my feet.It was as if
Seraphine pov“We strike back.”Darius’s voice still lingered in the chamber long after the words had been spoken.It settled into the walls, into the bones of every wolf present and into me.I sat at the edge of the room, Aurelian’s small, trembling body pressed against mine, his fingers still clutching at my dress even in sleep, as if letting go would somehow make everything disappear again.My gaze drifted between the two men at the center of it all.Darius.Who was unshaken in the way that mattered.And Fael.Who looked broken and hollow, he was now a shadow of the Alpha he had once believed himself to be.For a moment… something twisted inside me.Not pity, not forgiveness, just… recognition of how far everything had fallen and of how quickly power turned into ruin when built on the wrong things.A small breath left me as I adjusted Aurelian slightly in my arms, careful not to wake him.He had finally stopped crying exhaustion had claimed him but even in sleep, his face was tight
Darius povThe cold of the North did not comfort instead It sharpened everything.The pain.The loss.The silence.Clawfrost stood as it always had, carved into ice and stone, unyielding against the world, but even here… something felt different.The gates had barely closed behind us before the weight of what we had brought back settled over the pack like a storm that refused to break.Survivors.Wounded.Grieving.Broken.I stood at the center of it all, my vision narrowed on one side, the healer’s hands firm but careful as they worked around my eye.“Hold still,” she said quietly.“I am,” I replied.“Your version of still is… concerning.”I did not respond to that because my focus was not on the pain, it was not on the injury, it was not even on the blood I could still feel drying against my skin.It was on them.. Seraphine and Aurelian.Across the chamber, she knelt beside him, her hands gentle, her voice soft as she tried to calm him.But nothing was working.“I want uncle Kade,”
Seraphine’s POV“Finally” I whispered to myself as the door closed behind us with a dull, final thud.For a moment, I just stood there.. staring.. staring into space I guess.The room smelled unfamiliar.. rose oil, old wood, and something colder beneath it, like a stone left out in the rain that ha
Fael POVThe storm had not yet gone down.If anything, it had only grown louder with wind clawing at the edges of the balcony and rain whipping the stone walls like it had a grievance with Grimfang itself. I stood with my hands braced against the railing and my eyes fixed on the dark horizon, yet
Seraphine povThe room was quiet.Too quiet for my liking.. The only sound was the rain hitting the glass and the soft, steady breathing of our son on the bed. I was still sitting on Darius’s lap, my weight felt like a heavy promise between us. He looked like a statue.. strong, hard, and frozen
Seraphine’s POV“I guess I’m really back here” I muttered to myself as I stepped out from the carriage.And that’s when it happened.. all the hairs in my body stood at attention and it was as though they were up to a hundred spiders walking on my body..I felt her eyes on me before I allowed myself







