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POV: Seraphina Vale
"Why is his skin healing?" I asked, crouched beside the body.
The air was misty and cold, but the alley smelled like the smell of the dead person staring at us.
Marcus knelt beside me, brushing blonde curls from his face. “That’s... not possible, right?” he said, blinking at the corpse’s arm.
There were deep claw marks that was still open, but I could see the tissue moving, slowly knitting together.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" I screamed jerking backwards. Marcus did the same as well. Both of us hugging each other scared. Seeing no reaction from the body, I stood up and kicked the leg of the body a few times; Marcus hiding behind me. "Is he DEAD or ALIVE?"
I crouched beside the body again, checking it. “He’s dead. The body doesn’t heal after death,” I mumbled, grabbing my gloves tighter. “Unless it’s not just a body.”
Marcus tilted his head. “You think this is one of those rare infection cases? Or maybe synthetic enhancers?” His voice always had that hopeful, bouncy rhythm in it. Almost like he was trying to make something terrifying feel normal and less scary.
“Maybe,” I said, standing slowly, scanning the alley. There were trash cans, crushed cans, wet walls and then an obvious but faint imprint on a brick like a handprint. It didn't look like that of a human, because it was too long and too clawed. I took a picture with my camera and then brought out my phone to record the scene.
"Boooo!" Marcus jumped into the front of my phone recording; scaring me.
"Oh my God!" I gasped, then started hitting Marcus. "Are you out of your damn mind? This isn't a time to do that kind of joke...prank..whatever you call it."
"Okay! Okay! Stop hitting me...it hurts." Marcus pleaded.
I stopped then glared at him. "Still no ID?” I asked.
“ Nope! Just a name on the phone in his pocket,” Marcus said, holding it up in a plastic bag. “Ben Sorrel. But the call log’s wiped. Weird, right?”
Weird didn’t begin to cover it. This was not normal at all.
“Get the lab to run the bloood scan again. Something’s off. And not just the way the blood’s drying,” I said.
He nodded and stepped a little closer. “You okay? You look pale.”
“Just tired.” I lied.
He smiled. “You always say that.”
“Because I’m always tired.”
He didn’t laugh like I thought he would. Just smiled again, softer. “Well... if you ever want company for coffee that actually tastes like coffee... you know.”
I blinked at him. “Are you asking me out on a murder scene?”
He started panicking. “No! I mean...yes? Not now! Obviously. Just... never mind.” He laughed at himself and rubbed the back of his neck.
For a second, he looked so gentle and cute. He looked attractive, and I wanted to hug him so bad. I snapped myself out of my thoughts quickly. Then I tried to change the subject. I first cleared my throat then spoke.
“Check the perimeter cams,” I said, kneeling back beside the body.
“Already sent the request. I know your next five moves, Vale.”
“You’ve been watching me that long?”
He grinned and turned to walk back toward the van. “Maybe.”
Fifteen minutes later, the rest of the forensics team was sweeping the scene. I kept going back to the body because it actually had a scent. I couldn’t describe it exactly. But everyone said they could only smell cold bold. Maybe my nose was playing
tricks on me.Until now, we had no clues, but I wasn't ready to give up yet. I pulled out my light scanner. Luckily, I saw something. Near the edge of the alley wall, beneath a crumpled cardboard box, something gleamed faintly. I moved closer and saw a gold cufflink. It looked shiny, clean, expensive and definitely out of place.
I bagged it carefully and examined the insignia: a black wolf’s head surrounded by a circle of gold. I had seen it before...somewhere...but where? Nothing clicked in my head. So I pulled out my phone, took a picture of it and used the internet lens.
The results made me gasps. It belonged to a big corporation and only one man in that corporation wore it. He was even famous for it. His executives had grey wolfs while he had black. He is a man who never should’ve shown up at a crime scene.
" OMG! Lucien Kael." I gasped.
He is a Tech tycoon, into global real estate, made it to Top 10 Porbes list, had politicians under his control. He was basically untouchable and adored by everyone. Especially because of his extreme handsome and attractive looks.
Like come on, he has been No.1 Most Handsome man in the world for 10 years straight. Yet somehow he was always near the ugliest events, murders and scandals but nothing changes...he is never charged and never questioned.
And now? His mark is found near a dead body that shouldn’t heal. I stood frozen in thoughts, with goosebumps coming on my skin.
“What is it?” Marcus asked, returning with two coffee cups.
I held up the evidence bag. “This case just got very, very interesting and political.”
He squinted. “That’s Kael’s symbol, right? The guy who owns like half the city?”
“Yep.”
“He’s not gonna like you poking around his circle.”
I sipped the coffee, smiling mischievously. “Good, all more reason to do so.” I said. “Let’s poke harder.”
By noon, the coroner’s report was ready. We quickly drove there.
Official cause of death:
1. Exsanguination due to deep lacerations.
2. Blood loss, but the tissue samples showed something else; an unusual cellular regeneration.
I paced the lab, trying to figure it out. They only told me that it seems like an animal attack.
I wondered. Did Lucien Kael buy a wild animal to use for murder?
I stopped midway my pacing because my head felt fuzzy and my skin and body was getting warmer and warmer. I summed it up to the lack of sleep, but I caught Marcus watching me with concern again with two plastic cups of coffee still in his hands.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, stepping into my space again.
“I said I’m fine,” I snapped, too fast.
He didn’t flinch, rather he just looked sad. “You don’t have to figure it out all alone, Sera. We're a team remember."
I sighed. “You’re too soft for this world, Marcus.”
“Or maybe I just haven’t let it make me hard. I'm more of an optimistic person unlike you."
"Just let me be." I replied. He placed the coffee down and left me in silence.
Back at the station, I ran the symbol against private databases just to be extra sure. Kael’s connections came up again... his VIP clubs, hotels elite parties, places you didn’t enter unless you were somebody or selling something. However, one location came up again and again.
Club Umbra - Exclusive - High security and known for its silence. It was a place where secrets got buried and bodies vanished. But it wasn’t on any police list.
So why did I find his cufflink near a healing corpse?
Why did the scent at the scene remind me of something warm...nice but dangerous... and deeply wrong?
I wrote my questions down on my sketch book. At the center of it all was Club Umbra. I needed to find a way to get in and find proof to put that beast of a human being Lucien Kael behind bars...and make him pay for all his sins.
I smiled like a psychopath about to carry out her next crazy plan."Lucien Kael, watch your back!"
"How about we leave here and I mark you?"I stared at him trying to process what he had just asked. Lucien didn't wait for my answer.Before my brain caught up, his arms swept under my legs and behind my back, lifting me off the ground like I weighed nothing. My breath hitched."Lucien...!""Hold on," he murmured with a low voice that was strained and urgent. Then the world blurred. Wind rushed past my ears. Buildings became streaks of color. My stomach flipped as Lucien's speed turned the city into a smear of motion. Sirens and human voices vanished behind us. In a blink, the alley disappeared. Another blink we were inside the building, but not through the lobby. Not through normal doors. Lucien pressed his palm against what looked like a blank wall. A hidden panel shifted and a secret entrance slid open then he carried me inside.The space we stepped into wasn't like the rest of Kael Tower. It was dimly lit, fortified with silver-lined walls and thick
Seraphina's POV"LUCIEN...!"My voice tore through the alley just as his claws came down.I didn't even see the exact moment they hit me...my body moved faster than my mind could process. One second I was behind the dumpster, the next I was between them, arms spread, chest lifted, eyes squeezed shut as I braced for the impact of bone and claw.But it didn't come. At least... not the way I expected. There was a sudden jolt... like an electric shock racing through my entire body... followed by an overwhelming heat exploding out of my chest. It wasn't pain. It was blinding, burning power. My vision flashed white and gold, and something inside me answered something inside Lucien.I gasped as I felt the bond. It surged between us like a living thing... a cord snapping tight then glowing. Lucien's claws froze inches from my face.His breath came out in a rough, animal growl that softened into something almost... human."S... Sera...?" His voice vibrated with confusion.I opened my eyes.He w
"Don't you dare try to heal him." His grip on me was iron. It was cold, possessive, wrong. The rogue's arm circled my waist, pulling me back against his chest as if I were some trophy he had already won. His lips hovered too close to my ear, his breath unsettling, carrying a scent that didn't belong to any living thing."Look at him," he murmured, eyes fixed on Lucien as if I didn't exist at all. "So weak. So protective. It's almost... adorable.""Let me go!" I struggled, claws itching beneath my skin, my wolf snarling inside my ribcage. "You're dead if you don't let me go!"He chuckled, tightening his hold. "Empty threats, little healer."My stomach dropped."I'm going to mark you right here," he said calmly, as if he were announcing the weather. "Right in front of him. Let him watch how easily you become marked by someone else."Pure panic flooded my veins."NO!" I twisted in his grip, trying to slam an elbow into his ribs, stomp his foot, bite him, something but his hold was unnatu
'SERA! PLEASE LEAVE...." He looked at me seriously. "Please."He looked at Dax and gave a signal. Dax held me by my hand, taking me out. This only made me more curious. My detective side kept popping questions into my head. I needed to get rid of Dax and find out who was around and why Lucien was panicking.Dax didn't just lead me out, he dragged me. His fingers clamped around my wrist, firm enough to bruise, and the moment we left Lucien's office, his whole body went rigid, shoulders squared like he was walking me through a battlefield."Dax..." I hissed."Not a word," he snapped under his breath, his voice sharper than I'd ever heard. "Just move."His speed nearly forced me into a jog, heels clicking too loudly against the flawless executive floor. My heart slammed against my ribs. Lucien's panic... Dax's urgency... the word rogue ringing in my ears...Something was horribly wrong.We reached the elevator, and Dax finally released me, almost shoving my hand away like it burned him.
"First answer this question...do you still hate werewolves? and whose side are you picking?" Those questions hit me hard, I stared at him blankly. What is my answer?The silence between us stretched tight, thin, trembling like a thread that could snap with one wrong breath. Lucien didn't move or even blink. He didn't even pretend to hide the way he waited for my answer as if the world hinged on the next words that would leave my mouth.His eyes were molten gold beneath the morning light, flickering like fire looking for fuel."Do you still hate werewolves?" he repeated, voice low, his eyes staring intensely at me. "And whose side are you picking?"My pulse stumbled. My fingers curled against the desk.Whose side am I picking...?His...?Humans...?No one's...? Mine...?My throat bobbed, but no sound came out.There were too many truths sitting beneath my tongue, making my heart beat fast. And under it all... a different thought hammered against my skull.Should I tell him now? Ab
I woke to the sound of Marcus answering a phone call, his voice low and hoarse like he'd swallowed sandpaper. A screen glow cut through the dim of his room and I blinked against it, palm to my forehead as I sat up. My head throbbed, a dull, post-storm ache. I was in Marcus's place. The scent of coffee and detergent and him clung to the sheets."Yeah," he said into the phone. Ten gave a pause. "Fine. Tell them I heard." Another pause, then his jaw flexed. "She's with me, unconscious...I'll talk to her about it when she wakes up...." Click."Who was that?" I asked, my voice a rasp.He turned, trying to school his face into something neutral and failing spectacularly. "SDT...that's by the way...how are you feeling?"My stomach tightened. "I think I'm fine....So it's the SDT...And?" I looked at him suspiciously."They sent their apologies." He tossed the phone on the dresser like it offended him. "For suspecting you. Said they made... a big mistake." He rolled the last wor







