LOGINSelena's POV
I drift off in his embrace.
The room is dim, the lamp casting a low glow. Damian's hand rests on my bare breasts, his breathing steady. The house feels peaceful.
But somewhere in that hazy space between dreams and wakefulness, I sense a shift.
I'm in a field.
Not the dull, gray one with lifeless grass. This place is vibrant, green, swaying in a breeze I can’t feel. The sky is a clear blue, the sun warms my skin.
Yet, s
Gracia's POVThe biting cold seeped through my clothes, but strangely, I didn't really feel it.I pressed myself against the wall just outside the window, tucked away in the shadows of the corner. Peering through the glass, I could see them vividly—Sera and her father, standing in the center of the room. Orin was pacing back and forth, his face flushed with anger, fists clenched so tightly at his sides that his knuckles turned white.I felt paralyzed. I couldn’t bring myself to move, and breathing felt almost futile. All I could do was listen."You won’t marry any filthy bastard!"His words landed on me like a physical blow, sending my heart plummeting into my stomach.“Father!” Sera's voice came through, desperate and pleading."I don’t care about any of that! You will marry into royalty, a better man, and secure a better future for yourself!""Never! I’d rather die than
Gracia's POVTwo months had passed since Sera and I became… something.I still didn't know what to call it. We spent every day together. She insisted on staying with me, holding my hand, talking for hours. When Eve found out about us, she burst into tears—happy tears—and hugged me so tightly I thought my ribs might crack."Take care of her," she whispered. "She's my sister. And she loves you more than anything."I didn't know how to take care of anyone. I had never been responsible for anyone's happiness. But I nodded anyway. Because I would try. For Sera, I would try.Now, when she wasn't around, I felt empty. My heart ached. My wolf acted strange—wild and restless, always searching for her. And when she was with me, everything went calm. Peaceful. Like the world finally made sense.I didn't know if I loved her yet. But there was something there. Something growing. Something I had never felt before.
Gracia's POV"Sera…""Take it back!"I stared at her. She was shaking, her eyes wild with emotion. I had never seen her like this before. I had been beaten so many times in my life—by my father, by Castor, by countless others. But her single slap hurt more than any beating I had ever endured.*Why? Why does her pain matter more than mine?*"Sera, I…""Please," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Please just take it back."I couldn't speak.She stepped closer, her hand still shaking. "You say you have nothing to give? You gave me your trust. You gave me your honesty. You gave me the privilege of knowing who you truly are. That's not nothing."Her words hit me like a physical blow. I had spent my entire life being told I was worthless. And now this woman—this beautiful, kind woman—was telling me I had value.Why? What does she see something in me that I can't see in myse
Gracia's POV"I love you, Gracia."The words hung in the air like a physical weight. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. My mind was a storm of confusion and disbelief.She loves me. Sera loves me.Not like. Not attraction. Love. The kind of love I felt for Ivy. The kind of love that consumes you, that makes you want to give everything to someone else.I never saw it. All those moments—the lingering touches, the way she looked at me, the way she always found excuses to stay—I thought it was just kindness. Just the kindness of a healer who saw a wounded animal and wanted to help.But it wasn't kindness. It was love.And I was too blind to see it.Guilt washed over me like a wave. I had been so wrapped up in my own pain, my own grief, my own self-pity, that I hadn't noticed the woman who was quietly falling in love with me.How could I have been so stupid?I looked at her. She was standin
Sera's POVThe door opened.Gracia stood there, holding my sword. He was clearly confused, his brow furrowed, his eyes searching my face. The lamplight behind him cast shadows across his features, making him look even more striking than usual."Sera…"I couldn't speak. My throat was tight, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. I was trembling, terrified, my mind completely blank. I had rehearsed this moment a thousand times in my head. I had imagined what I would say, how I would say it, how he would react. But now that I was actually here, standing in front of him, all those carefully planned words had vanished.‘Say something. Say anything. Don't just stand here like a fool.’But I couldn't. I was frozen."Are you alright?" Gracia asked, his voice laced with concern. "What happened? Is something wrong?"I shook my head frantically. "No. Nothing's wrong. I just… I
Sera's POVThe night was cold and still. Snow had fallen earlier, blanketing the courtyard in white. Now, the sky was clear, stars scattered across the darkness like scattered diamonds. The fire in the brazier crackled softly, casting warm light on the two women wrapped in shawls on the bench.My head rested on Eve's shoulder. The packhouse behind us was dark, everyone asleep. The world was quiet, peaceful, as if it had forgotten all the pain and suffering that existed in it."Eve," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I think I'm in complete love with him."Eve didn't seem surprised. She just smiled softly. "I know."I lifted my head, my eyes wide. "You know?""I've known for weeks." Her voice was gentle. "The way you look at him. The way you constantly stay around him. The way you linger when you heal him. The way you panic when he's in danger."I buried my face in my hands. "Is it that obvious?""Only to me,"
I can't breathe.Caden stands in the middle of Damian's front yard like he owns it, he does owns everything. His dark hair catches the morning light. His ice-blue eyes sweep over the Silvermoon pack members with that look I know too well—the one that says *you're beneath me* without him having to o
I wake up in a bed that's not mine.That's my first thought. Before I open my eyes, before I remember anything—just that the sheets smell different. Like pine and something else. Something clean and sharp.Then everything comes rushing back. The rejection. The run. The rain. The wolves.I sit up so
I don't remember leaving the pack grounds.One minute I'm on that platform, choking on my own vomit, and the next I'm in my room with my dad shoving clothes into a bag. My hands still won't stop shaking. My whole body shakes. It's like the rejection burned through everything—muscles, bones, the par
My hands won't stop shaking.I press them flat against my thighs, but the tremors just move up my arms. The white dress my mom wore thirty years ago feels too tight around my ribs, or maybe that's just my lungs forgetting how to work."You'll ruin it." My dad's voice comes from behind me. Soft. Car







