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: Seraphina's POV. I felt my hands shaking as the words on the page were unclear. I could barely breathe. The faded ink and a faint torchlight flickered behind me while the book was open. The words remained unchanged even after reading them three times. The Blood Moon is to be held, or else it must be cut off.". The connection between one life and the other must be established through sacrifice rather than fate. Only love that is strong enough to bear the curse can change its course. My heart raced. I had anticipated it would require something. But not this. "Willingly bound. ". Fabian's life and my own would be merged if I did this. He had died again and I would be his follower. If he was bent by the curse, it would also fall on me. If I didn't, the connection would vanish. He'd be lost. Forever. I wiped the tears from my face.’ The. I couldn't let him go. I wouldn't. "You're mine, Fabian." The sound of his voice lingered in my mind long after he returned from the library,

Seraphina's POV ,After the battle, silence lingered and was heavy. Everything in the tower remained quiet, with the stone walls seemingly waiting for something to arrive. A faint red glow was visible as the Blood Moon had subsided during the night.. The burning continued even after I had managed to escape, but there was still a curse that permeated like unresolved smoke. I looked over at Fabian. My heart was still pounding. He used to soothe me, but now his energy was waning—like he had an excess weight too heavy to lift. Despite his strength, there was pain in his eyes, confusion mixed with a dark sensation that I couldn't explain. Then he spoke. His question was whether they actually won.. Hands shaking and I tried to keep my breath in, trying not to let it stop. . "I am uncertain," I said. “The curse. it still feels like something is happening here." back on me. Hiding. Waiting.”. Looking straight at the horizon, he had his jaw clenched tightly. It appeared as though he was

Seraphina's POVThe air was thick, electric with the tension that had settled over us since the battle with the spirit. Though the curse was broken, and Fabian’s fight had ended in victory, it felt like nothing had truly been resolved. The feeling of uncertainty weighed down on me like a thick fog. We had faced something ancient, and now, that ancient presence seemed to be hunting us from the shadows.Fabian had kept his distance, his mind preoccupied with his bloodline his curse that still haunted him, even in his victory. And I... I was left to deal with my own truth. I wasn’t just the wrong bride, not just a helpless victim in the web of fate. No, I was more than that. I finally had the answer to a question that was both terrifying and liberating. I was no mere werewolf. I wasn’t even just the daughter of a powerful Alpha. I was something more something powerful. A hybrid of witch and werewolf, with abilities I barely understood.The power terrified me. It was terrifying. The more

Fabian’s POV. ,The pack was heavily influenced by the weight of our choices. While in the war room, I heard a faint noise from the leaders who had assembled. I was occupied with the matter of Seraphina, the rebels, and the delicate balance between survival and solidarity. This is not who I am here for. The rushing of armor, the clanging of warriors, and the thunder of the distance all appeared to be one disjointed tremble. Revenge was a constant emotion in my life.' But my intention had changed.... It was no longer just about retaliation or what I had lost. The purpose was to ensure the safety of future generations.' It was about protecting our people, and then more importantly, about Seraphina and the legacy we were going to leave behind. I was obligated to take charge, but the price was too high for me. The pack had always been separated. Even though they had a common cause, their collaboration with Nightfall left them with haunting remnants of past battles. Trust was broken ove

Seraphina's POV The wind blew through all the trees, and there was no sound of any other noise except for thunder. It was a haunting experience. With the moon shining brightly on his face, Jarpy stood at the edge of the expanse. His heart raced with excitement in his chest, the fate of everything pressing against his ribs, killing him. The moment that had been anticipated before his birth was finally here. He had waited for this to happen. When darkness engulfed him, his thoughts raced back to whether he was prepared or not. What did 'em? With the wind blowing through all the trees, she stood beside him and felt a warmth and pain in his chest as Seraphine was released. Her beauty was from a bygone era, her eyes sparkling with mystery.'... The unborn twins, who were attached to her, whispered in the distance, their voices soft and tingesome like damp leaves. Despite Seraphine's serene tone, her voice had an aura of past times and futures that were yet to be written. "The future is n