My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 394

Chapter 394: Chapter 394 THE AFTERMATH

MAYA’S POV

By the fifth body, I stopped counting.

The first rogue lunged at us low and fast from the left flank, all snapping jaws and ferocity—the kind that didn’t think past its next bite.

Brett had intercepted before I could fully turn, his blade flashing once in the dim silver wash of moonlight before the wolf dropped with a strangled yelp.

The second had followed barely a minute later.

The third came from behind.

After that, they blurred together into a pattern I didn’t like.

Too frequent. Too coordinated.

Between the three of us, we took them all down, but it didn’t feel like a victory.

In the aftermath, I wiped the back of my hand across my shirt, smearing something dark I didn’t bother identifying. Turning in a slow circle, I scanned the tree line again, waiting for the next wave of attacks.

The neutral zone stretched around us in uneasy quiet, the kind that never truly meant peace.

Wind swept the branches overhead, carrying the sharp scent of blood, damp earth, and something rancid beneath it.

Wrong.

Everything about tonight felt wrong.

“Any chance they’re stopping?” Maris muttered from somewhere to my right, her voice tight but controlled.

I could hear the faint rustle of her shifting stance, the subtle repositioning of weight that meant she was ready for the next attack even before it came.

“They’re not supposed to be this organized,” Brett added.

He nudged one of the fallen wolves with his boot, eyes narrowing as he studied it. “Rogues don’t attack like this.”

No, they didn’t.

Rogues were chaos. Hunger. Instinct stripped raw.

What we were seeing tonight had direction. Coordination.

I exhaled slowly, forcing my pulse to steady even as unease coiled tighter in my chest.

My fingers flexed at my sides, itching with the need to move, to act, to do something other than stand here waiting for another unseen threat to lunge out of the dark.

“They’re like Marcus’ rogues,” I pointed out.

“And if they’re here...” Maris began.

“...that could mean Catherine and Marcus are working together,” Brett finished.

The realization settled around us as we struggled to come to terms with it.

We had all seen enough in the past weeks to understand what each of them was capable of and what they were willing to do to get whatever it was they wanted.

If Catherine and Marcus had joined forces...

My gaze darted to where Sera, Ethan, Kieran, and Corin had gone earlier, toward the coastal clearing where the meeting had been set.

The memory of Sera walking away, back straight, expression calm in that way that never meant calm at all, pressed against my mind.

A sharp vibration buzzed against Brett’s wrist, snapping Maris’ and my attention to him.

His expression shifted as he glanced down at the device, his shoulder tensing before he looked up at us.

“It’s Ethan.”

My heart skipped a beat.

“What is it?” I asked, stepping closer.

Why would Ethan send him a message instead of mind-linking me?

Brett’s jaw set as he read, eyes scanning before lifting again. “Rendezvous point changed. Coordinates just updated.”

Maris frowned. “Why?”

“He didn’t say.”

The three of us exchanged a look.

Something had gone wrong.

“Move,” I said, already turning.

We didn’t waste another second.

The car tore through the narrow forest path, tires crunching over gravel and loose dirt as Brett pushed it faster than he probably should have. Not that any of us were complaining.

I kept my gaze fixed ahead, one hand braced against the dashboard as we took a turn too sharply.

Sera. Ethan. Kieran. Corin.

Two Alphas and two powerful psychics.

They were fine. They had to be.

“Up ahead,” Maris said suddenly.

The trees began to thin.

Brett slowed just enough to maneuver through the last stretch before bringing the car to a sharp stop.

“Ethan!” 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

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