Mag-log inCullen's povI kept replaying her words long after the environment went silent.“He’s alive.”That was all she gave me. Nothing more. No explanation. No name. No clue. She just shut down, locked herself behind that cold stubborn mask she wears when she wants to torture me.I tried to ask again on the walk back inside.What is alive, Séraphine? Who?But she didn’t look at me. It was like she’d folded into herself, protecting something I wasn’t allowed to see.By the time we reached the room, her silence was a wall I couldn’t break.I cleaned the cut on her hand even though she kept mumbling she was fine. Her eyes were distant, unfocused, like she was somewhere else. Somewhere dark.“Séraphine,” I tried again, softer this time. “Talk to me.”Nothing.Only the rise and fall of her breath.When I finished bandaging her, I told her to rest and started toward the door. That was when her fingers shot out and grabbed my wrist.“Don’t… leave.”Her voice cracked in a way that punched straight t
(Cullen's pov)The rogue landed in a crouch, hunched, trembling, eyes glowing a poison shade of red. His claws scraped the grounds.He wasn’t here for the pack.He was here for her.Seraphine.And he knew exactly where to look.Information spreads quickly.I stepped between them so fast my body ached.My wolf was already clawing under my skin, begging to burst through .“You’re bold,” I said, voice low. “Breaking into an Alpha’s territory”The rogue laughed — a broken, choking giggle.“I’m not here for you,what use does a fallen alpha has to offer us .”His gaze slid past me. Straight to Séraphine.Her breath hitched.It was small. But I heard it.I didn’t hold back.My body shifted halfway, muscles splitting, hands turning to sharp claws. I caught him mid-air and slammed him into the wall so hard dust rained from the ceiling. The rogue snarled and clawed at my arm. His nails dug into my skin, scraping bone, but I didn’t feel the pain. My wolf drowned it out with one command:Protect
Séraphine’s POVMy legs felt like they didn’t belong to me anymore. Everything was blurry—walls, faces, the ceiling light sliding across my vision as Cullen pulled me through the hallway. His grip was firm, almost bruising, but there was something shaky underneath it. Like he was holding onto me because letting go would break something inside him.He didn’t speak.He didn’t even look back at me.His shoulders were stiff, his breath sharp, and every guard we passed stepped out of the way immediately. The air around him was heavy—Alpha-heavy—the kind that made your instincts bow even if you didn’t want to.He pushed the infirmary door open with too much force and shut it behind us.“Sit down.”His voice carried a low growl beneath it.I stayed standing. “Cullen, I can walk. I’m fine.”He turned slowly. His eyes weren’t calm. They were storm-dark, the kind that warned you to tread softly.“You’re bleeding,” he said. “And shaking.”I swallowed. “I’m not.”He moved closer. His fingers brus
(SÉRAPHINE'S pov)He grinned as he dragged me forcefully away from the balcony.Cullen moved so fast the air trembled. I heard bones crack behind me—Cullen’s shift starting—but he hadn’t reached us yet.The rogue’s other hand slid behind my neck, pulling me close like he wanted Cullen to see.“Your father isn’t finished with you,” he whispered, voice shaking with madness.My blood stopped.He was lying.He had to be.My father was dead.I witnessed him dying.The rogue leaned closer, fingers tightening—Then he said it:“Your father left something behind. And I’m here to take you to him.”Everything inside me froze.Cullen roared behind us, the shift exploding through him—And the rogue dragged me back toward the stairs.(Cullen's pov)The shift tore through me before my mind caught up. Muscles cracked, form changed ,heat flooded my skin until fur burst through. My vision sharpened, tunneling straight to the rogue’s hand clamped around Séraphine’s wrist.He was dragging her backward d
(Séraphine’s POV)I noticed something was off the moment I stepped into the west hallway with Cullen dragging me with him as if I stole something precious to him.The air felt tight, like everyone was holding their breath. Guards were moving fast, whispering into their earpieces. Boots hitting the floor. Doors opening and closing with force.Chaos was all around.Something was happening outside and It wasn't the good type, everyone around was tensed.I drifted closer to the balcony rail, staying where the shadows covered me and couldn't be easily seen,as Cullen instructed me to.A cluster of guards were dragging a man across the yard. He was filthy, scraped up, and breathing like he had been running for hours.He was like an escaped prisoner or something.A rogue probably.My stomach flipped when I saw the familiar tattoo stretched across his arm.He wasn’t just any rogue. He belonged to my father’s old pack.He jerked against the guards and lifted his head.His eyes locked onto the b
(Séraphine’s POV)The pack house felt different tonight. It was quiet unlike usual where young cubs are seen playing around.Maybe it was me. Maybe it was Cullen’s eyes still burning on my skin from earlier.The tension between us is clearly in deniable.I had to push my feelings aside if my plan was going to work. I slipped down the hallway. I needed information, and the guards were the easiest to distract. Not with my body even though that was a factor— only with confidence, presence, and the right amount of curiosity.Two guards stood near the training room door. They straightened the moment they saw me,like they were trying to impress me or something.“Evening,” one of them said, trying too hard to look serious.The other one actually smiled. “You’re out late.”I kept my voice calm. “Couldn’t sleep.”That alone made them soften, almost like they wanted to protect me. Good. Let them think I was harmless.I asked them a question out of curiosity,“What happened to the old Alpha’s pr







