Voren and Seraphine had endured a long day.
The kind of day that gnawed at the edges of patience and left exhaustion coiled deep in the bones. Aside from ensuring every detail of the coronation was flawless, they had also been tasked with setting the right traps for the two witches Ravyn was bringing into their midst.
Every angle had to be considered. Every possibility accounted for. Every shadow examined for the threat lurking within.
The stakes were too high for mistakes. When they finally found a moment of reprieve, they made their rounds.
Desmond and Nessa first. Then Kylie and Humphrey.
Both couples radiated warmth, their affection for Seraphine unguarded. It stirred something in Seraphine, a bittersweet nostalgia for the family she had once longed for.
Daisy sat in Kylie and Humphrey’s suite, her head lowered the entire time. She was a ghost at the edge of the room, silent as conversations swirled over her like water over stone. Her presence was a wound that had not yet healed, a reminder of betrayal and broken trust.
Humphrey was complaining bitterly, his voice carrying the weight of a frustrated father.
"After finding ways of putting Daisy in her place, can you believe that Ravyn is dating some strange girl?"
He shook his head, his expression twisted with disbelief and something that looked almost like heartbreak.
"He goes everywhere with her. And with an additional one he calls her friend tagging along." His gaze found Seraphine, pleading. Desperate. "Sera, you have to help us. They seem inseparable."
Seraphine didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She glanced at Voren, who faked surprise at the news with impressive skill. His expression was a masterpiece of controlled confusion, brows furrowed just so, lips parted in manufactured shock.
For a matter concerning witches, much could not be said until the culprits were caught.
"Dad, if this girlfriend of his hasn’t done anything bad, then I think you should just let him be."
"No, Sera. You don’t understand."
Humphrey’s voice grew more urgent, his hands gesturing wildly as if he could somehow make her see the depth of his fear.
"Ravyn has been training well. Taking pack matters seriously. But ever since this girl appeared a few days ago, he doesn’t even discuss anything with his two betas." His jaw tightened, the muscles flexing. "I’m afraid she might make him do something he would regret."
The worry etched on both their faces was serious. Real. It carved lines into their features that hadn’t been there before, shadows that spoke of sleepless nights and gnawing fears.
Seraphine felt her heart clench. This wasn’t a serious matter but the secrecy of it kept the couple disturbed.
"Don’t worry." Her voice was gentle but steady, a balm to their frayed nerves. "Let’s just hope he finds his mate during the Blood Moon." A soft smile curved the corner of her lips, warm and reassuring. "That would solve this problem, wouldn’t it?"
Humphrey sighed, the tension bleeding from his shoulders like water from a cracked vessel. "You’re right."
Then Voren received the mindlink. ’Ravyn is here. And trust me, if we let these witches in, they’ll blend into the guests, and we won’t be able to make them out.’
The words landed like ice water poured directly into his veins.
Voren realized the flaw in their plan. Without Ravyn, the witches could take the form of any pack member. They could slip through their defenses like smoke through fingers. They could perform whatever dark enterprise they intended, and vanish without a trace, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake.

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