Semua Bab The Moon Witch’s Second Life: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Seraphine’s POVThe moon was full above Shadowfang and thousands of wolves were present under the moon. Wolves lit torches that burned in a wide circle around the ancient stone altar. Tonight was the night I finally became Luna, not just Rhydian’s mate in secret, but bound by blood and magic in front of the entire pack. I felt so excited. I stood barefoot on the cold stone, wearing the white gown the elders had chosen. My hands trembled a little, but I hid it and pressed them together. Rhydian faced me, tall and strong in black, his silver eyes locked on mine. He looked calm, but trust me when I say he’s ruthless. His jaw was tightened and he hated crowds almost as much as he loved me.The High Elder raised the ceremonial dagger. The blade caught the moonlight and threw it back.Rhydian stepped closer. His fingers brushed mine calmly. “You ready, love?” he asked.I nodded fast. My heart was racing. “I have never been more ready for anything in my life.”He smiled faintly. My stom

Seraphine’s POVThe candles went off, and only the morning light slipped through the curtains. I sat in the middle of it with my legs crossed and my new hands open on my knees. My whole body felt like it had been dragged behind a horse all night. I felt hurt in everything part of my body, emotionally and physically. I took a slow deep breath and tried to feel the power again. It answered me quickly. Violet sparks circled across my fingertips before I even knew it. I jerked my hands apart and the sparks shot to the wall. The old wood cracked loudly and I flinched hard.“Calm down,” I told myself. My voice still sounded strange in my ears.“Just calm down.”I closed my eyes and tried again. This time I pictured a small light, just enough to see the room. I felt the magic rise inside my chest, warm and eager, and I pushed it gently toward my palm.A ball of violet fire exploded in my hand.I screamed and threw it away from me. It hit the table and the whole thing went up in flames.

Seraphine’s POVI pulled the black hood lower over my face and kept walking. The snow fell heavier now, and thick flakes stuck to my lashes and melted down my neck. Every step toward the border was like walking back into my own grave.I knew these woods better than anyone. I had run them as a wolf. I had kissed Rhydian against that pine tree right there. I had carried baskets of healing herbs along this exact path when I was still Luna and everyone smiled when they saw me coming.Now the same trees watched me like strangers. I stopped at the invisible line that marked Shadowfang land. My boots sank into the snow then my chest tightened so hard I almost turned back.You can still run, a small voice whispered. Go north. Disappear. Let them think Seraphine Wynter is dead forever.I remembered feeling it when my wolf howled inside Rhydian’s chest. A pull so strong my ribs ached. She was waiting for me and she was fighting for me.I stepped over the border. Nothing happened, no alarm, n

Seraphine’s POV The room they put me in had a narrow bed, a washbasin, and a window that looked out over the training yard I used to run laps around before dawn, back when my legs belonged to me and my lungs didn’t ache just from standing still. One door down from his. I knew that the second the guard shut me inside, because I knew this hallway. I knew the crooked floorboard by the linen closet, the water stain shaped like a leaf near the ceiling, and the exact number of steps between this door and the one that used to be ours. I sat on the edge of the bed and pressed both hands flat against my knees until they stopped shaking. This was my house, my hallway, my floorboard, and yet I was locked in a spare room like a stranger because, to everyone who mattered, I was one. Heavy footsteps passed outside, unhurried in a way that used to mean he was coming to find me and had nowhere else to be. I held my breath until they faded past my door without stopping. I got up and walked the l

Seraphine’s POV I woke with his name on my lips and lay still for a moment, my heart pounding as I waited to see if anyone had heard me. No one knocked or called out. I told myself that meant I was safe, though I did not quite believe it. The walls of this house had never kept a secret from him before, not when we had been something to each other, and I did not know if that had changed simply because I wore another woman’s face now. I got up, splashed water over my face from the basin, and tried to hold on to the dream. My own voice answering him as though nothing between us had ever gone wrong. It slipped away as dreams always did, leaving only the ache behind, sharp beneath my ribs where the mark sat. There was a tray outside my door when I opened it, with bread, a boiled egg, and water. There was no note. I ate standing at the window, watching the warriors run drills in the yard below, and tried not to search their faces for him. He found me an hour later, standing in the doo