Se connecterSerena I woke up that morning and knew I needed a drive to clear my head, a lot was going on around me and I had no one to talk to about it. The house was still, wrapped in that strange hush that happens after something breaks. Kael was down the hall, breathing through pain and sleep. Ari was with the house servants safe, small, unaware. I dressed without looking at what I pulled on jeans, a thin sweater, boots that could handle dirt. The key ring felt heavy in my hand, not because of metal but because of what I was leaving behind for an hour. Sometimes the only way to breathe is to leave the place where the air learned your fear. Outside, the morning was raw and damp. Mist still clung to the fields, and the burned wing of the mansion smoked faintly like a wound that refused to close. I climbed into the old black truck, turned the key, and let the low growl of the engine drown out the hum under my ribs. Selara was there, half awake, patient. I could feel her tail of thought m
Serena I fell into the dream the way you fall asleep on the couch, one blink and you are somewhere else, except this time it was not the couch and it was not sleep, it was like someone opened a door inside my head and everything spilled in. First there was heat, not the kind that makes you sweat but the kind that sits under your ribs and hums, a steady, wide hum, and then a voice that was not mine and not not mine, old and patient, like a river that had learned to keep its mouth shut until it needed to speak. Selara. The name felt pulled out of me and put into my bones. Selara spoke without moving lips and I knew the sound before I understood the meaning. You are awake and not awake, the wolf said, and it was not a thought so much as an image of the world seen through ears that could hear a twig break a mile away. At first I thought I was remembering things I had never lived, faces that were not mine, but they slid through me like light sliding through water and I could taste
Serena I woke to a sound that tore through the night, a metallic crash that made my heart lurch. My eyes snapped open before I even had a chance to register what had happened. For a long, disoriented moment, I couldn’t place where I was, only that something was wrong. The quiet of Kael’s chamber, the steady rhythm of his breathing it had been my anchor, and now it felt fragile. Someone was knocking too hard on the door. It wasn’t polite it sounded like panic turned into rhythm. For a second, I didn’t know where I was or why my heart was already racing before I even opened my eyes. I sat up so fast my heart slammed against my ribs. For a second I didn’t know where I was. Then I saw Kael, still lying motionless on the bed, the faint rhythm of the monitors steady beside him. The noise came again, followed by a voice that sounded unsure if it should speak louder. “Luna, you need to come. Please, you need to come now.” My hands were already moving before my mind caught up. I pull
Serena The healer had left an hour ago, saying his wolf was “still fighting.” That word fighting was the only thing holding me together. He looked nothing like the man I knew. His skin was pale, his arm wrapped in thick white bandages, half his body covered with burns. Even the scent of antiseptic couldn’t hide the faint smell of smoke that clung to him. I brushed his hair back from his forehead. “You said you’d always come back to me,” I whispered. “You don’t get to stop now.” He didn’t move. Not a twitch. Not a sound. “I don’t even know what to do anymore,” I said quietly. “People are already whispering. The elders want meetings. Everyone wants answers. And I…” my voice cracked I’m just trying to keep it together, Kael.” A soft sound escaped me, half laugh, half sob. “You’d probably tell me to calm down, right? That I’m overthinking everything.” The silence pressed harder. I looked down at our hands. My fingers were small against his, but I held on anyway. “Ari misse
Serena I don’t understand what’s happening to me. The moment I walked away from Mirah, I couldn’t breathe right. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and the inside of my chest felt too tight, too full, like something was pressing against it from within. I locked myself in my room and stood in front of the mirror, waiting for the feeling to fade, but it didn’t. It only grew heavier. My reflection looked normal same face, same eyes—but it didn’t feel like me. Why did I feel that way when I saw her? Why did my skin burn, my teeth ache, and my heartbeat go wild like I wanted to tear her apart? Could it be my witch powers again? No. That was something else entirely. I’ve felt that before cold, sharp, focused. This was different. This felt alive. It wasn’t magic. It wasn’t calm . It was wild. It was angry. It was heat and sound and instinct. Is my wolf rising? No. No, that can’t be. My mother’s wolf never bloomed. She was weak, her bloodline thin, and she lived her whole life ba
Serena “Luna, you need to see something.” The voice came through the door before I could even answer. I turned, startled, my heart thudding again. Kael was still asleep behind me. His breathing was steady, his face calm, too calm. The door opened, and one of the guards stepped in, his face pale. “Please, Luna. It’s urgent.” I didn’t ask questions. I just nodded and followed him out. My legs felt heavy, like the floor was holding me back. The hallway smelled faintly of smoke and burnt oil — the fire’s scent still clinging to the air no matter how many windows they opened. He led me through the back corridor, past the kitchen, then down toward the storage area. It was quieter here. The kind of quiet that made every step sound wrong. “Where are we going?” I asked finally. He hesitated. “The electric board, Luna. The one that runs power through the eastern wing. We found something.” The words made my stomach tighten. The eastern wing — where the fire had started. We stop







