LOGINSeraphina paced the length of the room like a caged predator, her heels striking the polished floor in sharp, relentless rhythms. Seraphina was burning and no room could contain that.“She touched me,” Seraphina muttered under her breath, her voice trembling with restrained fury. “She dared to touch me.”Ava stood near the edge of the room, leaning slightly against a carved pillar, her arms crossed, her gaze fixed on Seraphina with unwavering attention.“She did more than that. She tried to kill you" Ava said quietly. Seraphina stopped abruptly, her breathing uneven now.Seraphina turned slowly, her eyes blazing.“She pushed me down those stairs like I was nothing” she continued, her voice shaking with rage too deep to stay steady. Her chest rose sharply.“And my child…”Her voice cracked.The silence that followed was heavy.Ava stepped forward slightly. “She’ll pay for it.”Seraphina let out a hollow laugh.“Oh, she’ll do more than pay. I’m going to make her suffer”she said. Av
Eugene and Becca's footsteps echoed as they walked deeper into the mansion, guided by dim lighting and the distant presence of guards stationed at various points.Becca could feel their eyes on them. She leaned slightly closer to Eugene. “They don’t trust us.”“They don’t need to. They just need to stay out of my way” Eugene replied.There was no arrogance in his tone.They turned down another corridor, this one quieter, more secluded.“This should be far enough,” Eugene said.Becca glanced around.It was still grand, of course it was, but there was a noticeable difference here. It had less activity, fewer guards and more privacy.“A guest wing?” she asked.“Something like that.”He stopped in front of a large wooden door then without hesitation, he pushed it open.The room beyond was spacious.Before Becca could respond say anything, a knock sounded on the door.Eugene’s expression didn’t change.“Come in,” he said.The door opened immediately to reveal Desmond.He didn’t wait for p
Relief flickered across Becca’s face as she looked at him, her hands finding his arm as if grounding herself in his presence.“You did it, you stopped it” she said, her voice warm with quiet admiration. Eugene exhaled softly, some of the tension leaving his body at the sound of her voice.“For now,” he replied.Becca shook her head gently. “No, don’t downplay it. That could have turned into a massacre.”Her gaze hardened slightly as she glanced at the direction Skye and her father had left.“But you found a way,” she added. Eugene didn’t respond immediately because even as she said it he knew this wasn’t a solution.It was a gamble and the cost of losing would be everything.A scoff cut through the moment.“Oh, please.”Eugene’s expression hardened slightly as he turned toward look at Seraphina.She stood a few steps away, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her eyes blazing with undisguised irritation.Becca frowned. “Excuse me?”Seraphina stepped forward, her heels hitting t
Eugene stood at the center, his boots planted firmly against the cold earth of his territory. His gaze was sharp, calculating, as it swept across the opposing forces. “You’re outnumbered. I expected more resistance from the great Alpha Eugene” Skye’s father said calmly, his deep voice carrying across the open ground.A few of his men chuckled but Eugene didn’t react. Behind him, Max stepped forward with a scoff. “Don’t flatter yourself. You came with numbers because you’re afraid.”“Afraid? Of what? A broken pack barely holding itself together?” One of Skye’s father’s commanders laughed.Eugene turned his full attention back to the man in front of him.“You want this territory?” he asked.“Yes.”“You think you deserve it?”“I do.”Eugene nodded slowly.“Then prove it.”A murmur rippled through both sides.Skye’s father narrowed his eyes. “What are you suggesting?”Eugene didn’t hesitate.“A duel" he replied. There was immediate silence, even the wind seemed to pause.Seraphina’s
The grand hall of Blackwood Mansion had never felt so unstable.What had once been a place of dominance, power, and calculated cruelty was now trembling under the weight of too many forces colliding at once.The torches flickered wildly along the walls as the distant sounds of battle bled into the hall.Eugene’s presence was like an unyielding storm, while guards hesitated, unsure whether to act or flee. Max and Dorian still held Brian at bay, their breathing heavy but their eyes sharp. Becca stood close to Mira, her hand gripping hers tightly, both of them trying to make sense of everything unraveling at once.And then the massive doors of the hall burst open once more and armed wolves flooded in, their armor darker, heavier, more refined than the Blackwood guards. Their movements were precise, their weapons already raised and ready.At their center a man walked forward confidently. The moment Skye saw him, everything about her changed.Her posture straightened, her lips curving in
Max took a step forward, his gaze searching her face as if trying to find the person he once knew.“What are you doing here? What is all this?”he demanded, his tone rising. His eyes flickered briefly toward Mira.Mira inhaled slowly, her chest still rising and falling unevenly from everything she had just discovered.“This is her doing” she said quietly, though her voice carried across the tense hall, Max frowned.“What?”Desmond let out a sound and now, as all eyes began to turn toward him, it became obvious he wasn’t just surprised. He was… uneasy.Seraphina noticed it first.Her sharp eyes narrowed slightly as she studied him, her instincts immediately flaring.“Desmond, why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” she said slowly, her voice laced with suspicion. Desmond didn’t respond and that was answer enough.Ava stepped closer to Seraphina, her own gaze flickering between Skye and Desmond.“You know her,” Ava said quietly.Seraphina’s expression darkened.“Answer me,” she dem
The sun rose gently over Blackwood, brushing the rooftops of the pack town with a soft golden glow. Morning bells chimed in the distance, summoning townsfolk to open their shops, sweep their front yards, and begin another day of ordinary life under extraordinary circumstances. Yet beneath the mu
Becca had barely thought about anything when she stormed out, her steps hard, her chest tight with frustration. She barely registered the steady figure leaning near the wall until she collided into him. Strong arms closed around her instantly, steadying her before she could stumble. “Becca.” The
“There,” Becca said at last, after checking to make sure the knot was tight. “That should hold. No heavy lifting for the rest of the day, do you understand?” The servant nodded quickly, his cheeks coloring with embarrassment. “Y–yes, Luna. I mean—Becca. Thank you.” Becca smiled gently, ignoring
The morning sun had already climbed high, spreading its warmth across the bustling pack town, when Becca stepped out of the carriage with Mira by her side. Her maids followed closely behind, balancing baskets filled with carefully prepared herbs, ointments, and small clay jars of medicine. The s







