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Fabian's POV. But the wind that penetrating the ruins of our once but mighty fortress didn't seem like it. The scent of ash, blood and an old fashioned feeling was present. The war was over, but we were finding it more challenging to achieve peace. Every move I made in the stone corridors was too loud to hear. We found that all the survivors we encountered felt haunted, wracked and judged me. I was not considered a hero by them, but rather as someone who had caused their own demise.Seraphina had remained silent that morning, her silence becoming too much for even a thousand war drums. Her green eyes had a storm she refused to unleash, but her posture was still delicate, as if she were afraid of losing her strength with one move. On the high balcony, she observed the rising of smoke from the outer villages. I didn't disturb her. It wasn't until I had no idea what words would be appropriate to fix this that I was unable to do so. The temperature in my council room was higher than us

Seraphina's POV. I couldn't take in anything as much due to the intense pressure it was causing. A moment of joy and victory after years in battle, but now felt fragile and on the brink of collapse. As I looked around, the grand hall was filled with voices and laughter; but somehow I was drowning out. Why did it happen? The place felt incredibly distant, like watching from a distance, and I could hear nothing but the anxious thoughts. It was just so terrifying. Fabian stood at the front, confident and physically strong to speak to the crowd.. While observing him, I sensed a twist in my being. Gnawing in my gut was something I could. I couldn't shake off the rumors that I heard yesterday, which were all incoherent and unrelated. Then again, there was my constant silence. The strain in my eyes and mind was too great to handle. Our fight for peace was a delicate game played out on the thin ground of sand. Something wasn't right. Together under Fabian, the packs that had fought now for

Fabian’s POVI was just standing there at the cliff, looking out. Thought it would help. It didn’t. My chest felt tight. Like I couldn’t breathe rightNo calm. No relief. Just this ache I couldn’t name.Couldn't tell what was really going on with her anymore.I’ve seen a lot. Fought more than I can count. Watched people bleed and die. But this… this was harder.Because this was about her. She distanced herself from me , We no longer relate with each other.For a moment l felt l was the problem.Seraphina.She’s different now. She changed so much and pulled away from me physically and emotionally.We no longer had the connection we once shared. I felt it was fading through my glance like sand ,And I don’t know how to reach her nor communicate with her anymore.I really thought I was helping. That I was doing what was best. Trying to protect her.But maybe I didn’t handle it right.. Choosing for her when she couldn’t. But now… it just feels like I made it worse.The truth was obviousl

Fabian's POVThe pine and blood still wafted through the war tent. My claws throbbed from being bound up all day. I had killed too many of them this week to count, but none of it counted. The battle had been won, the rogues repelled once more. It didn't matter.Because Seraphina wasn't there.And the bond was destroying me.Every time the wind shifted, I imagined it carried her voice. Sometimes a whisper. Sometimes a scream.Gods have mercy on me, I did not know which was worse."Your Majesty," Louis came into the tent. "They've found tracks from the outlaw caravan near the Dead Pines. They believe it's Thorn's men. Possibly where they've taken her.My fist landed on the table before he finished. The thick oak cracked, maps spilling out. "I don't want maybes. I want her found."Louis did not blink. he never blinked. "And we will. But you must rest. You've hardly slept.""I don't need to rest," I spat. "I need Seraphina."His silence was a shriek. He did not believe she was alive. None

Seraphina's POV. The darkness of the night was unmatched. Blood Moon illuminated the land with its blood, but it did not seem to ease tension in the air. ". Each tree around Moonridge Palace seemed to move slowly, making every cut and twig its own sound. It felt like nature had a sense of urgency towards the impending tragedy that was being faced with me. I couldn't sleep. The dreams had started again. My mind was filled with recollection of the fight that occurred last night. Smoke and blood mixed, choking the air. Despite closing my eyes, the pictures seemed to be more vivid. The sounds of steel scuttling, shrieks, and wolves were all in my thoughts. The face of Tricia was the most significant aspect despite the chaos. She was one of the individuals in our group. A friend. A trusted ally. Nevertheless, I had recognized the appalling truth. We were presenting our most significant adversary, Rylan Thorn, with her guidance. She had betrayed us all.I threw and toppled in my bed, sw