เข้าสู่ระบบRagnarThe moment we stepped into my office, Rowan shut the door behind us.“What she said there…” he began, running a hand through his hair, “it makes sense to me.”I said nothing.He stepped closer. “Think about it, apart from the two you killed in Seraphina’s room, we didn’t see anyone else.” His eyes met mine. “No backup. No reinforcements. No retreat plan.”We both paused. “That’s not Crescent Moon.”I leaned back against the desk. “I know.”Rowan exhaled. “So you saw it too?”“I saw it the moment she spoke,” I replied. The timing and the damage. None of it aligned with a small team.Rowan crossed his arms. “So what now?” he asked. “What do we do with them?”I didn’t hesitate. “They stay in the dungeons for now.”Rowan’s brows pulled together, but he nodded. “You’re thinking what I’m thinking.”“Yes. If there is a traitor in this pack…” My voice lowered. “We shouldn't give them time to cover their tracks.”Rowan nodded once. “We investigate quietly.”“Exactly.”The search began i
SeraphinaThe sound shattered everything. Laughter, loud and uncontrolled. My grip tightened around Tara as her body shook beside me.The entire square froze. Every voice, every whisper gone.Tara threw her head back and laughed again, harder this time, like something inside her had finally snapped.“Tara…” I whispered, “Stop…” Had she lost her mind?She dragged a hand across her face, wiping tears that weren’t from pain but from laughter.Then she did it again. Another burst, wild. Even the elders looked unsettled.Slowly Tara forced herself upright. Her body trembled, but her eyes were fixed.She looked straight at Ragnar. “Did you investigate?” she asked, breaking the silence. “Before you dragged us out here to die… did you even investigate?”Everyone murmured in confusion.Tara turned from Ragnar to the pack. “All of you,” she said, sweeping her gaze across them. “Answer me, say something.”No one spoke.“With the kind of security in SilverShade,” she continued, “how exactly did w
RagnarThe pack square was already filled when I arrived. Morning light stretched across the stone, but there was nothing calm about it.Noise filled the air. Cries, shouting and anger.Female wolves wept openly, clutching each other. Some held onto pups, their faces pale with grief. Male wolves barked orders.Elders gathered near the platform, blaming and deciding.I walked forward without a word. Every head turned. They all went silent. I took my seat at the head of the platform.Elder Markus stepped forward first. Of course he did. He didn’t bow. He turned to face the pack, raising his voice so all could hear. “Look around you!” he called. “Look at what has become of SilverShade!”The crowd stirred. Murmurs spread.“Homes destroyed,” he continued. “Lives lost. Blood spilled on our land!” Cries rose again from the crowd.I said nothing.Markus turned toward me. “And who is responsible for this?” he demanded.The square quieted. All eyes shifted to me. “You are, Alpha Ragnar,” he spa
SeraphinaMy arm burned. Varek didn’t slow down. His grip was tight as he dragged me through the stone corridors.“Please…” I stumbled, my legs barely keeping up. “You’re hurting me…”He said nothing. Didn’t even look back. The cold air changed as we descended. The smell hit next, Iron, dust and something stale. The dungeons.My heart pounded. “No, please” I whispered.The iron doors came into view. Chains, bars and darkness. Varek stopped at one of the cells and yanked the door open.Before I could react, he shoved me inside. I hit the ground hard. Pain shot through my side. The door slammed shut behind me with a loud clang.“Please…” I turned quickly, grabbing the bars. “Varek listen…”He didn’t stop. Didn’t answer. He walked away, his footsteps faded. Leaving me in silence.Shaking, I turned back and froze. “Tara…?” My voice cracked. They were there. Both of them on the ground laying still.“No..no, no.” I scrambled forward, my knees hitting the cold stone as I reached them. “Tara!
Seraphina“You dare drug my tea!” Ragnar slammed his fist on the table. I flinched. My head dropped instantly, my fingers tightening on the cold floor beneath me.“I..” The words died before they could form.“You assisted Crescent Moon in ruining SilverShade,” he continued, his voice lower but far more dangerous. “So tell me who,” he finished slowly, “will take responsibility for the damage done?”I swallowed hard but said nothing.“Look at me.”I forced my head up. His eyes were burning into mine. Cold and furious. “Did you see what they did?” he asked.I hesitated. Then shook my head.“Then you will.” His jaw clenched. Before I could react, he grabbed my arm.I gasped as he yanked me to my feet.“Walk.” He didn’t wait. He dragged me out of the office.The moment we stepped on the other side of the quarter I froze. The smell hit me first. Smoke and Ash.Ragnar’s grip tightened around my arm. “Look,” he said coldly. He dragged me forward before I could resist.My steps stumbled agai
SeraphinaMy eyes fluttered open. Everything was blurry, spinning. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was.After some seconds, The room cleared. A groan slipped from my lips as I pushed myself up. My head throbbed hard, My body felt heavy and weak.My gaze swept across the room, then I froze. Destruction everywhere.One side of the bed was completely broken, the wood split and crushed like something massive had slammed into it.The door was gone. Shattered inward.The walls were scratched deeply, long claw marks tearing on the surface. The floor… was filled with blood splash and smear everywhere. “W-what…” I whispered.I forced myself up, gripping my head with both hands as I steadied my steps. My belongings were ruined. Furniture overturned. Fabric torn and glass shattered.Even the window wasn’t spared, blood streaked on it. My heart began to pound. Who…? Who was hurt? Who survived?I moved toward the doorway. Then stepped out.And froze again.Two bodies lay just outside. Still an
RagnarThe ceremony had just began at sunset.Torches lined the central square, their flames dancing against the high stone walls of SilverShade. The entire pack had gathered, warriors, elders, omegas, even the slaves standing far at the back.Everywhere had been decorated.Dark banners bearing the
Seraphina Maids ran everywhere. Fabric rustled. Shoes tapped against stone. Voices overlapped. “Careful with that hem!”“Steam the sleeves again!”“Where’s the silver thread?”The entire corridor outside my room buzzed like a disturbed hive.For a second, I just stood there, watching. It felt… str
Ragnar“Maybe you’re just attracted to her.”My head snapped toward Rowan. “Absolutely not!” The words came out sharper than I intended.Rowan didn’t even flinch. He simply leaned back in his chair, watching me with that irritatingly calm expression of his.I scoffed.“That would never happen,” I co
SeraphinaThe office slowly came to life around me.Shelves were mounted along the walls. Desks were arranged neatly. Stacks of parchment and ledgers were placed in careful order.I moved from one side of the room to the other, giving instructions as calmly as I could. “No, place those records clos







