Lahat ng Kabanata ng SELIORA'S REVENGE; HER COMEBACK: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

SELIORA POVI clenched my jaw and fired a series of rapid jabs at the sturdy oak tree in front of me. My bruised knuckles didn't sense the pain. The tree's bark fractured beneath my furious strikes, yet I didn’t relent. Jab, uppercut, swipe with my claws, my strikes were quick, smooth, and deadly. My breaths came in quick gasps, my body shining with sweat as I swung again. I needed this. The empty repetition, the pain in my muscles—it kept me from thinking. From remembering."Seliora," a voice spoke behind me.I drew a sharp breath, fingers curling into fists before I turned. Desa, the matron of the pack house, had stopped two feet away, her hands softly clasped in front of her. She was expressionless, but those piercing eyes betrayed a trace of disapproval. I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my palm. "What is it?" "It's time to prepare."I frowned. "Prepare for what?"Desa's face was pointed. "The Mating Ball."The words sliced through like a chilly slap and understanding sett

SELIORA POVTerror sat heavy in my chest, icy and suffocating, as my gaze met Kaelion's furious eyes. He wasn't bluffing. This was truly happening.I didn't pause, shoving my way past him and taking off in a sprint for the heart of the battle. The heavy smell of smoke, blood, and death hung thick, growing stronger with every pounding heartbeat. The accusations against my father were still tangled in a bewildering mess in my mind, but I couldn't afford to think about that right now. I had one and only one priority at the moment: defending my pack.I let out an angry snarl as I flung myself into the fight.Kaelion's soldiers came at me, and I met them with lethal precision. My claws ripped out the throat of the first wolf before he could react, his body dropping as I spun into combat against the next. I dodged a blade thrust towards my ribs, striking back with a brutal kick that sent my attacker crashing. The battle was a whirlwind of rage, claws, teeth, and steel ringing out under the

SELIORA POVI couldn’t believe I was on the run.Not of the sort that's too dramatic, pursued by the entire world and everything. But still, I had run. Now, I was perched high in the thick branches of an old oak, my body pressed against the hard trunk as the thick leaves hid me. I had used a concealing paste of my own making on my neck, arms, wrists, and elbows, hiding my scent from the keen noses of Kaelion's soldiers.And now, I waited.Frustration gnawed at me.I needed to alert my parents. They were going to return late tomorrow, but anything could happen before then. I needed to tell them, explain what had happened, what was happening.My heart knotted at the thought of my little brother.Thalric.I’d searched for him. In the packhouse but he hadn’t anywhere.I had failed.Guilt hung like an anchor in my chest, weighing me down until I could barely breathe. It was my fault he was in danger. My responsibility. My duty. I was his sister.And yet, I’d failed him. He could be dead.