ログインThe calm that settled over the pack in the days that followed felt almost too perfect.As though peace itself was forcing its presence.Seraphina noticed it in everything. In the way the warriors trained with just a little more intensity than usual. In the way conversations hushed when she passed. In the way even laughter felt… careful.She sat outside that morning beneath the wide canopy of an old tree, the soft breeze brushing gently against her skin. It was one of the few places she felt she could breathe without the walls closing in.Maera stood beside her as always, silent, watchful.Two additional guards were standing a short distance away.Seraphina glanced at them briefly, then sighed.“You see?” she said softly. “I cannot even sit outside without an audience.”Maera did not react.“You are not just anyone anymore.”Seraphina smiled faintly.“I never was just anyone.”“That is true,” Maera replied.Seraphina leaned back slightly, her hand resting over her stomach.“The pack kn
The night after Darius’s confession felt like a very special day.Something had shifted between them.Not in a way that was loud or overwhelming, but in a quiet, undeniable way. The air in their chamber felt warmer, more intimate, as though the walls themselves had witnessed something sacred and chosen to hold it close.Seraphina sat near the window, wrapped in a light shawl, her fingers tracing absent patterns along the fabric. Her thoughts drifted back to the night before, to the way Darius had looked at her, to the way his voice had softened when he said those words.I love you.A faint smile touched her lips.She had always felt it.But hearing it…It felt so different and she's having butterflies in her stomach each time she thinks about it.Her hand moved instinctively to her stomach, resting there gently.“You heard him too, didn’t you?” she said softly.A knock at the door startled her.Seraphina lifted her gaze.“Come in.”The door opened slowly, and Ken stepped inside.He pa
The morning came softly and calm.Within the pack, whispers had begun to spread.The Luna was with child, how comes nobody knew about it.It was not spoken loudly, not yet announced, but the signs were there. The careful way Seraphina moved, the constant presence of Maera at her side, the way the pack doctor visited more frequently than before.And now, something more.Seraphina sat in her chamber, a light shawl draped over her shoulders as she watched the morning light stretch across the room. Her hand rested gently over her stomach, a habit she had not realized she had formed.The door opened quietly.A woman stepped in.She was older, her presence calm and steady, her eyes observant but kind.Maera followed behind her.“My Luna,” Maera said, “this is Liora. She will be attending to you from now on.”Seraphina looked at the woman with curiosity.“A midwife?”Liora inclined her head respectfully.“Yes, my Luna.”Seraphina smiled faintly.“That will not be necessary all the time.”Lio
Morning came gently.Soft light filtered through the chamber windows, casting a warm glow across the room. Seraphina stirred slowly, her body still adjusting to the careful rest she had been forced to accept.For a moment, she simply lay still.Then she opened her eyes.Darius was not beside her.That was not unusual.But something about the quiet in the room made her pause.She sat up slowly, placing a hand lightly over her stomach, taking a steady breath before rising to her feet.Maera was already there.“You are awake,” Maera said calmly.Seraphina smiled faintly.“Yes.”“You should remain resting.”“I have rested enough for now,” Seraphina replied gently.Maera did not argue, but her watchful gaze remained.“I want to visit my father again,” Seraphina added.Maera nodded.“I will go with you.”The walk to the guest quarters was calm, the pack grounds quieter than usual. Wolves moved about respectfully, many lowering their heads slightly as Seraphina passed.There was admiration i
The days following Tefiti’s execution has been quite difficult for the whole pack.On the surface, the pack appeared to be healing. The wounded were tended to carefully by the healers, the smell of herbs and medicine fills the medical quarters. Those who had fallen were honored with solemn respect, their names spoken in low voices, their memories carried by those who survived.Life, as it always did, began to move forward.But beneath that forward motion… something feels wrong.Darius felt it before anyone said a word.He stood at the edge of the training grounds, his arms folded across his chest as he watched the warriors move through their drills. The clash of wood against wood echoed as they sparred, their movements sharp and disciplined despite the recent losses.They were trying to regain normalcy.Trying to prove strength.Rhyden approached slowly from behind, his steps measured. Though his wounds had begun to heal, they had not fully closed. A bandage wrapped tightly around his
The morning after the battle arrived heavy and quiet.There was no usual hum of activity, no easy laughter among the wolves. Instead, a solemn tension hung in the air as the pack slowly gathered in the central grounds.Word had already spread.Tefiti would be executed.Darius stood at the center of the clearing, his posture rigid, his expression unreadable. Around him, warriors formed a wide circle, their faces hardened by what they had witnessed the night before.Tefiti was brought forward in chains.Her once commanding presence was diminished, her body weakened from the injuries Darius had inflicted. Still, there was something unbroken in her gaze as she lifted her head and looked around the pack.She did not beg.She did not plead.She simply watched.Darius stepped forward, his voice cutting cleanly through the silence.“You attacked this pack without cause.”No one spoke.“You led warriors into our land and caused the death of my wolves.”Tefiti’s lips curved slightly, not quite
Morning broke with a thin, uneasy light.Seraphina had not slept, not truly. She sat upright in her bed, the furs pulled around her shoulders, listening to the keep breathe around her. Stone creaked as it warmed. The pack was awake earlier than usual, moving with the restrained tension of wolves wh
The darkness in Seraphina’s chamber felt wrong.Not the gentle kind that came with nightfall, nor the quiet hush that usually followed battle. This darkness pressed in, heavy and watchful, as if it had weight and intent. The hearth, moments ago warm and alive, had gone cold far too quickly.The fir
Seraphina did not sleep.She lay beside Darius in his chambers, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek a quiet reassurance, yet her mind refused to rest. The fire crackled softly, casting shifting shadows along the walls, but even its warmth could not fully ease the tension coiled
Morning came gently.Sunlight filtered through the trees as Darius and Seraphina returned to the pack lands, the path familiar beneath their feet. The forest no longer felt hostile. Birds sang again. The wind moved freely through the leaves, as though the land itself had accepted—if not approved—th







