LOGIN(Selene’s POV)The meeting finally ended, and the king dismissed everyone except for the leaders of each race. He said they needed to discuss privately what strategy to take before revealing anything since they want everything to be ready before relaying any information to us. The rest of us were told to rest for the night since tomorrow would be another long day.Mmm…rest, huh?The word almost made me laugh. How could anyone rest after what happened? After witnessing things like that? I’m certain everyone became even more restless now. Especially since like not doing anything for a day means we have delayed a day to extract our enemies.Their soft shimmer cast our shadows against the stone walls. The night air was cool, carrying faint traces of herbs and dew. Yet, despite how calm the palace looked, my mind refused to settle.We walked in silence for a while, the sound of our footsteps echoing faintly. We were all walking alongside each other, and when I looked back, Oragon and Fe
(Selene’s POV) The moment Fenrir sat at our table, I felt the air change.No one said a word, but the tension was thick enough to choke on. My whole family who’s usually so composed and graceful now sat stiff as statues. My grandfather’s hand was frozen on top of the table, his jaw tight. Marcus’s eyes flickered between Fenrir and me like he was silently questioning my life choices. Even Celina, who was usually cheerful and talkative, had gone completely quiet beside me, her posture perfectly straight as though afraid even her breathing might offend him.It was strange, really how just Fenrir’s presence could turn a room full of nobles into trembling leaves.I wonder what else he can do? If everyone fears him so much he must have done something before to impose such fear on everyone’s head.On the other hand, Winter, who sat to my right, seemed completely unbothered by it all. He hummed softly while swinging his little legs under the table, smiling as he picked at the fruit platter
Selene’s POV“You better stop what you’re doing. Now.” he said firmly.Winter’s brows clenched together, as if he was hesitating, then he nodded, his head drooping.Which made everyone jaw drop. He didn’t even care that the king commanded him just now. But when it was Fenrir he quickly did as told? Is the world being tilted upside down or something?The vines that still hung in the air suddenly withered and disappeared, crumbling into dust.The heavy pressure that had filled the room lifted, replaced by uneasy silence.Winter’s small frame trembled slightly before he turned and ran. I didn’t even realize where he was going until he was right in front of me. He stopped and hid behind my legs, clutching my dress tightly, peeking out at Fenrir with wide, frightened eyes.I looked down at him, stunned. The boy who had just shown terrifying power now looked so small and scared.Fenrir stopped a few feet away, his piercing gaze fixed on Winter.The room was silent again, no one dared to mo
(Selene’s POV) The hall was still in stunned silence after what just happened. I could hear the rapid thudding of my heart, echoing louder than the frightened gasps surrounding us. I wanted to say something—anything—but my lips wouldn’t move. My mind couldn’t catch up to what I was witnessing.“Don’t worry mother, Winter will finish her for you.” He said and walked to Morgana’s body laying limp on the floor.“HEHE, now witch. Learn to know your place.” He laughed cheekily as if he was doing the most interesting hobby of his life. Only that this hobby was torturing a person to death. The child, who only moments ago looked innocent became the most feared person in the room in an instant. He was now giggling like he found all this amusing. He tilted his head, his golden curls falling to one side as he looked down at the woman who’d dared to raise her hand against him.“Do you really think someone like you can beat me?” he said in a tone that didn’t belong to a child. His voice carrie
(Selene’s POV)I could still feel every eye fixed on me, and my hands felt clammy even though the room was far from warm.Before anyone could speak again, a sharp voice cut through the murmurs, slicing the tension clean in half.“What a useless display this is.”The tone was biting, filled with disdain. All eyes turned toward the woman standing near the front, a tall figure dressed in dark violet robes that shimmered faintly with traces of magic. Her long, silver hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes glowed faintly red under the dim lights. I recognized her immediately, even I knew of her reputation.She was Morgana, leader of the strongest coven of witches. A woman feared even among her own kind.“If this is what passes as a crucial discourse in an important gathering now,” she said, her lips curling in mockery, “then I see no reason to stay. If none of you are going to take things seriously, my coven will pull out of this farce.”A few gasps filled the room. The king’s expressio
(Selene’s POV)I froze, heat rushing up my face as every pair of eyes in the hall landed on me. My heart pounded so fast that I could almost hear it echoing in my ears. The little boy clung tightly to my leg, his small hands trembling yet refusing to let go.“H–Hey,” I said softly, trying to steady my voice. “You must be mistaken. I’m not your mother.”The boy looked up at me with teary eyes that glowed like the finest emeralds. Golden curls framed his round, innocent face, and for a brief moment, he looked so heartbreakingly fragile that I hesitated to pull away.He sniffled and shook his head stubbornly. “No. You are my mother,” he said, his voice quivering yet filled with certainty. “Why are you pushing me away?”I forced a small smile and bent down to meet the boy’s gaze. “Sweetheart, listen to me,” I said softly, cupping his cheeks. “I’m really not your mother. Maybe she looks like me, but I’m not her, okay?”His lips trembled as tears welled again in his eyes. “Mother told me t







