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Aeron chuckled dragging up a nearby chair and sitting on it backward, we cant! Thanis growled she didn't desert the host she was drafted and ascended into the Seraphim Guard, she's the Seraphim of Mercy now and she's mated too, are you serious? dude thats huge! Ezera cried who is she mated to? The Seraphim of Justice he answered she even has his mark on her neck and their wings even match his are silver and hers is gold you should have seen her today she looked so badass she took down all of the King of hells army total cleansing

He was not someone you wanted to piss off and for some reason he was. Seraphina let out a cry when one of the men restraining her jerked her arm. She was a fragile-looking thing with her fair skin and slender frame. Her black hair covered one of her beautiful indigo eyes. Anger and fear filtered through her eyes as she met eye contact with me. I had heard her calls for help through the mind-link earlier, but she needed to realize she wasn’t my priority. She should have been a good bitch and gone into the chambers with the rest of the women and children.

He didn’t know my name. Swallowing hard, I forced the words out, my voice shaking. “Seraphina… sir.” Alexei Volkov looked me up and down, assessing me and then amusement flickered in his dark gaze. “What an interesting place to find you, Seraphina.” He eyed Judas and then scoffed. “Tell me, do you always make a habit of hiding, or is this a special occasion?” My heart pounded and my palms were damp as I struggled to hold his gaze. “I-I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, sir,” I stammered. “I just—”

Sera's POV The message arrived like a whisper across the screen. Lines of numbers shifted, cracked apart, and then words formed. My breath caught as if the machine itself had leaned forward to speak. “Phoenix,” Daniel read over my shoulder. His voice was careful, soft. “It’s not just a name, is it?” I shook my head. My mother’s handwriting had circled that word a hundred times in the margins. Now it pulsed on the screen as if she had left me a living echo.

My mind was already back on the screens. I opened my laptop and pulled up the feed from the boutique. Seraphina was leaving now, her arms full of shopping bags. She looked tired, her movements slower than they had been an hour ago. She didn't look back as she got into her car. She didn't look for the silver SUV that was no longer there. She thought she was fighting a war on her own. She thought she was standing in the middle of a battlefield, surrounded by enemies on all sides. She didn't realize that I was already there, in the shadows, moving the pieces for her.

Darius had not arrived but then we weren't expecting him until tomorrow yet that fact alone had turned the room into something brittle. Elders murmured quietly among themselves, robes brushing against carved armrests as they leaned toward one another. The scent of tension mixed with old parchment and burning oil from the wall braziers. Across the chamber, Seraphine stood beside Kade. She looked calm.. Too calm. It was the same composure she used when preparing to cut into flesh in a healer’s tent years ago when wounds and blood surrounded her and the soldiers looked at her as though she were the only steady thing in the world despite looking weak.

There, nestled in a plush velvet armchair that had no business being in a house of healing, sat Seraphina. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine tea and expensive rosewater. She looked radiant, her hair perfectly coiffed, draped in a gown of pale silk that shimmered like moonlight. On a small side table sat a silver tea service and a plate of delicate honey cakes. A senior healer stood behind her, awkwardly massaging her temples. She didn't look like a woman in pain. She looked like a cat that had just swallowed a canary. "Elara," she cooed, her voice like honey poured over glass. She didn't rise, merely tilted her head with a fragile, pained wince. "You really must learn to be less...

A Mortal Muse. "You’re finally awake. Good. I hate harvesting from the unconscious. The flavor is so... flat." The heavy wooden door at the top of the stone stairs creaked open. Seraphina stepped down, her silk dress hissing against the damp steps. She carried a golden chalice in one hand and a long, thin needle in the other. She didn't look like the friend Aradaa had imagined in his dreams. Her eyes were hard, calculating. "What is this, Seraphina?" Aradaa spat, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the chains. "Where are we? Where are the boys?"

Ragnar Hours passed. Night had already swallowed the sky by the time I finally stood from my desk. The packhouse had grown quiet. Most wolves were asleep. I walked slowly down the hall toward my chambers. When I pushed the door open, Seraphina was still there. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Still wearing the ceremonial gown. The crown rested on the table beside her. She hadn’t moved. Her posture was straight, but she looked exhausted. For a moment, I looked away. Then I forced myself to step closer. I stopped in front of her. “We need to talk.”

Soren looked at me suspiciously for a second, but then he let it go, assuming I was just tired. We spoke about basic pack matters for another twenty minutes before I finally excused myself and walked back to my quarters. The moment I unlocked my bedroom door and stepped inside, the thick, beautiful scent of fresh rain and mint hit my nose. I walked straight to the bathroom and pushed the door open. Seraphina was there. She had curled up in the far corner of the cold tiled floor, her head resting against the wall. She had completely slept off from sheer exhaustion and fear. I slowly walked over and looked down at her. Because of the way she was slumped against the wall, the collar of her crea