All Chapters of How to kill an immortal wolf : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lucien did not banish her.That was the cruelty of it.He did not throw her into a cell. Did not command her to leave. Did not punish her for the truth she had delivered like a blade between his ribs.He simply withdrew.And the absence was worse than any prison.Seraphine felt it immediately.The shift in the pack.The way the air itself seemed to hold its breath.Lucien stopped coming to her room.Stopped seeking her out.Stopped looking at her like she was something precious instead of dangerous.He became a shadow present everywhere, yet nowhere she could reach.At council meetings, he spoke only when necessary. His voice was calm. Controlled. Empty.When their paths crossed in the corridors, his gaze slid past her as if she were invisible.Each time, it cut deeper.Seraphine had been trained to withstand pain.Physical agony.Psychological torment.Isolation.But nothing had prepared her for this.For loving the enemy.For wanting the very man she had been designed to destroy.Sh

Chapter 23 – ConfessionNightfall territory had never felt so empty.Lucien stood at the highest balcony of the stronghold, staring into the endless forest stretching beneath the moon. The wind tugged at his coat, cold and relentless, but he barely felt it. His mind replayed the same images on an endless loop blood on stone, terror in Seraphine’s eyes, the way her voice had cracked when she said she loved him.You were sent to kill me.The words tasted like poison.He had said them to wound her. To push her away before the bond between them destroyed them both.But that didn’t stop the ache ripping through his chest.Behind him, the fortress pulsed with unease. The pack felt it his turmoil, his fury, his grief. Wolves prowled restlessly through the halls, their instincts screaming that their Alpha was broken.Lucien clenched the stone railing until it crumbled beneath his grip.He could still feel her.Not the bond. Not magic.Memory.Her scent clung to everything. To the sheets in hi

Seraphine did not stop running until Nightfall was nothing more than a distant shadow swallowed by fog and moonlight.The forest thinned into open plains scarred by ancient battles, the earth cracked and dry beneath her feet. Wind tore at her hair and clothes, but she barely felt it. Her lungs burned, her muscles screamed, yet she welcomed the pain. It grounded her. It reminded her she was still alive.Because inside, something had died.You’re not worth my blade.The words echoed in her mind like a curse.She stumbled, catching herself against the twisted trunk of a dead tree. Her breath shattered into sobs she could no longer contain. The strength left her legs, and she collapsed into the dirt, fingers clawing at the ground as if she could tear the memory out of herself.She had faced death countless times.She had endured torture, starvation, isolation, and the brutal training of the Aegis.None of it compared to this.Lucien had looked at her as if she were nothing. As if she were

The first scream shattered the dawn.A lone border scout burst through the eastern gates, blood streaking his face, eyes wild with terror.“They’re here!” he choked. “Three packs. Maybe four. They’re crossing the river!”Chaos detonated across Nightfall.War horns blared, low and thunderous, echoing through the valley. Wolves surged from their dens, shifting mid-run, claws ripping into stone as they took defensive formation.Lucien stepped onto the balcony overlooking the courtyard just as the alarms peaked.Pain tore through his chest.His vision swam.He forced himself upright, gripping the cold stone railing until the world steadied.Kael was instantly at his side. “You should be in bed.”Lucien bared his teeth. “And let them smell my weakness?”Kael’s jaw tightened. “They already do.”Beyond the massive iron gates, hostile howls rolled across the forest like thunder, thick with bloodlust and triumph.They knew.The moment Lucien became mortal, the predators had begun circling.Now

Darkness breathed around her.Not empty darkness.Living.Watching.Seraphine awoke slowly, her senses drowning in silence so deep it roared.She lay on cold obsidian stone, the surface pulsing faintly beneath her skin, as though the earth itself possessed a heartbeat. Above her, an endless cavern stretched into nothingness, illuminated only by distant veins of silver light threading through black rock.She inhaled.The air tasted ancient.Old magic.Power.Her body felt wrong.Stronger.Heavier.As if something vast now slept beneath her flesh.Seraphine pushed herself upright.Pain did not follow.There was no exhaustion.No injury.No weakness.She lifted her hand.Silver energy shimmered between her fingers, bending the air, distorting reality.Her breath caught.“What… am I?”A voice answered from the shadows.“You are what the world buried.”She spun.An ancient woman stepped forward, her form half-light, half-smoke, eyes glowing with soft moonfire.“The Guardian of the Deep,” t