Semua Bab The Alpha's Cursed vow: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The snow had barely melted from the trees when they found the body.It was Beta Mason who came pounding on the doors of the packhouse, face pale and eyes wide with horror. Seraphina and Dorian followed him through the woods, silent and grim, each step stealing warmth from their lungs.The clearing where the corpse lay was eerily quiet. No birds. No wind. Just stillness.Lucien stood a few paces from the body, fists clenched and trembling, his jaw locked in silent rage. At his feet, half-buried in the snow and dried leaves, lay what remained of Alpha Kael his elder brother.The body was frozen in a twisted arch, back snapped unnaturally. His eyes were still open, staring at nothing, and carved into his chest were the same ancient sigils they'd seen on Garret-the same signs of resurrection gone wrong.Seraphina knelt beside the corpse, the air thick with decay and blackened magic. She pressed her fingers to one of the sigils, feeling it pulse faintly beneath her skin."It's the same cur

The Bloodmoon blazed in the sky, casting an eerie crimson glow over the earth. It was as if the heavens themselves had been torn open, spilling their dark secrets onto the world below. The air crackled with energy too much, too strong. Seraphina could feel it in her bones, the heavy pressure building against the seams of reality, threatening to break through. The prophecy had foretold it, and now, there was no turning back. Seraphina stood in the center of the ritual circle, her heart hammering in her chest. The words of the prophecy still echoed in her mind, each one a threat, a warning of what was to come. One will burn. One will bleed. One will break. She had tried to deny it. She had fought it every step of the way, but now, as the Bloodmoon reached its peak, she understood there was no way to escape her fate.Dorian stood beside her, his presence a steadying force, though she could feel the tension in him, the same fear she could not shake from her own heart. The bond between t

The silence after the storm was unbearable.It wasn't peace it was a wound. The kind that echoed, ringing with absence. No birds sang. No wind rustled the trees. Even the stars above seemed dimmed, as if they mourned too.Seraphina lay motionless at the center of the scorched ritual circle, her body cradled by cracked earth and ash. Her fingertips were stained with blood and moonlight, her lips parted as if caught in a final breath. But her chest did not rise.Time forgot how to move.Until-"Seraphina."The whisper was broken, frayed at the edges like fabric torn by war.Dorian collapsed beside her, his knees slamming into the dirt, uncaring of pain. His hands trembled as they hovered above her face, afraid that touching her would confirm the worst that she was gone. His voice cracked again. "Sera... please."There was no reply. Not even a flutter of lashes.His heart screamed inside his chest. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. They had fought so hard. Given so much. He would'v

The path to the glade had been swallowed by time and grief.Where once the witches of Blackveil walked in song and circle, now only silence remained. The trees leaned inward, their branches like skeletal fingers, filtering the late-afternoon light into threads of gold and shadow. Birds no longer sang here. Even the wind held its breath as Seraphina stepped into the clearing, every inch of her marked by loss.She wore no jewels. No runes. Her magic was gone burned out like a candle whose flame had been used to guide another back from the brink. But in its place was something deeper. Heavier.Grief. And love.And the ache of something unfinished.The graves of her sisters lay in a crescent moon around the old altar stone, untouched since the battle. She had not returned here since Xeroth's fall had not dared to stand where her power was born and died. But the guilt had festered. The silence between the names carved in stone had grown too loud.So she came bearing only a seed. Small. Una

The wind that swept through Blackveil carried no scent of danger only the quiet aftermath of rebuilding. Yet Seraphina's skin prickled with unease.She stood by the edge of the training field, the sky bruised with approaching twilight. The soft murmur of young wolves training under her guidance should have felt comforting. Instead, her gaze kept drifting to the treeline where shadows stretched long, and silence loomed thick.Something was coming.Or someone.Dorian emerged from the Alpha's house, freshly marked with the weight of new leadership. The other Alphas had departed, wary but respectful, their judgment swayed by Seraphina's sacrifice. Yet Dorian hadn't smiled once since."Still no sign of him?" she asked without turning, her arms folded tight across her chest.Dorian's jaw tightened. "No. But the scent lingers. Whoever he is, he's no ordinary wolf."They both felt it. A presence that didn't belong a lingering impression that gnawed at the edge of instinct. Not hostile, not ov