Serena’s POV A month had passed since Mirah’s surprise riding invitation. For weeks after, we lived quietly no drama, no whispered rumors that came to me. Ari laughed, ran, played in the estate courtyard. Kael came to him, and I let myself breathe. I believed, for a while, that Mirah had stepped back. That maybe she had changed. Or her power had cooled a bit. But peace can be fragile. This morning, I woke to a summons: a pack meeting. Official—you were invited, it said. My stomach dropped. I hadn’t been invited to a council meeting before. Not for anything but a crisis involving my son. The moment I held the sheet of paper in my hand, I knew they were ready to move. I sat at the little table in our apartment, sunlight just beginning to filter through with indifferent hope. I stared at the page as the world around me stayed quiet and still. How quick they were to call this meeting. How delicate they’d made it look. How urgent. And how, of course, it would happen here, in
Serena’s POV That night, after Ari’s bedtime story, I stood beside his small bed and tucked the blanket around his shoulders. The lamp cast a soft glow across his face, warm and innocent. He looked up with sleepy eyes and smiled. “Goodnight, Mama.” “Goodnight, love,” I whispered, brushing hair from his forehead. He held Lio tight—the stuffed wolf that never left his side. I paused, fingers hovering in the lamp’s light. “May I ask you something?” He blinked slowly, curiosity still there. Even when tired, his eyes stayed bright. “Why did you call Mirah ‘Mommy’ yesterday?” He shook his head a bit, confused. “Mommy?” “Yes. Don’t you remember?” He closed his eyes, thinking. Then opened them. “She said I could call her that too. Because she asked if being nice like a Mommy made her a Mommy too.” My breath hitched. It sounded so ordinary. So pointless. But my heart hammered like a warning bell. “Okay,” I said, calmer than I felt. “But you only have one Mommy. An
Serena’s POV “Can we talk?” Her voice was soft, not the tone I expected. I didn’t answer right away. I was still staring at the open door, unsure if I’d imagined her standing there, dressed simply, her hair pinned back, no guards in sight. Mirah looked like she’d rehearsed this moment ten times and still wasn’t sure how to play it. I stepped aside without a word. She walked in. My mother rose from the couch the moment she saw her, every line in her face tight. I felt the tension coil in my shoulders too, but I kept my voice steady. “What do you want?” Mirah didn’t sit. She stood in the middle of the room, as if she knew she didn’t quite belong. “I’m not here to fight,” she said. “I came to… apologize.” I raised a brow. I didn’t say anything. Neither did Ma. Mirah clasped her hands in front of her, her gaze flicking briefly to the window, as if searching for a way to escape the discomfort she’d willingly walked into. “I was wrong. About you. About Ari,” she continue
Serena POV It started with a wrong turn. The corridor was quiet too quiet for a mansion that never slept. I was on my way to get Ari’s medicine from the clinic wing, walking fast, hugging the file to my chest, when I heard them. Voices. Low and serious. I paused at the arched doorway just before the council room. The door wasn’t shut all the way. It stood ajar, light spilling out into the hallway. Then I heard it. “…the boy can’t inherit the title. He’s half-blood. It’s law.” My heart stopped. I didn’t mean to stay. I didn’t mean to listen. But once Ari’s name was spoken, I was frozen there, feet locked to the marble. “He’s in the public eye now,” came another voice—deeper, older. “You all saw the party. You saw the attention.” “That was a mistake,” someone else snapped. “A calculated one. The Alpha is trying to sneak legitimacy in through sentiment. But lineage doesn’t bend for emotion.” There was a short silence. Then: “He’s not pure. His mother is human. The
Serena I should have known something was coming the moment the hall lights flickered. Moonclaw Pack meetings weren’t usually so grand. Normally, Kael met with the council in his private study or handled issues one-on-one. But this wasn’t a usual meeting. This was a performance. And I was the unwilling centerpiece. The estate’s Grand Hall was already full when I arrived. Council members. Elders. Beta Rowan. Several ranking wolves I didn’t know by name. And Mirah—perched off to the side in her usual blood-red silk, eyes following every movement like a vulture waiting for a corpse to drop. Kael stood at the head of the room, tall and composed, dressed like the Alpha he was. But his eyes flicked to me the second I stepped through the doors, and something in his shoulders softened. I didn’t return the look. I walked in, chin high, jaw tight, Ari’s favorite silver pendant around my neck like armor. Let them look. Let them wonder. Let them try me. A hush fell over the h
Serena The knock on the front door echoed like a warning bell. I didn’t answer it Kael did. I heard his voice, low and tense, before I ever saw them, men stepped inside. Elders. You didn’t need to see the silver rings on their fingers or the age in their eyes to know. You could feel them. The kind of power that doesn’t announce itself, because it never had to. I stayed in my wing. Watched from the upstairs landing as Kael led them through the foyer and into the main council room. There were four of them. Elder Alric wasn’t among them—he’d been under heavy scrutiny since the poison scandal. But his shadow lingered in the ones who came today. His allies. His kind. I stood in silence as their footsteps disappeared into the marble halls. They hadn’t asked for me yet. But they would. Later I was summoned. Not invited—summoned. A maid delivered the message to my apartment. No title, no warmth. “The Elders would like a word with you. Now.” I left Ari with Ma. Wiped my