My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 515

Chapter 515: Chapter 515 HOMECOMING

SERAPHINA’S POV

The trip back to Nightfang passed in a blur that my mind refused to stitch together properly.

There were moments I remembered in fragments rather than in sequence—the low hum of engines beneath us, the occasional shudder of the aircraft as it carried us away from the island, the distant sound of people speaking in subdued voices that never quite resolved into meaning.

I remember Kieran’s hand in mine for most of it, firm and grounding, as though he feared that if he loosened his grip even slightly, I might evaporate into nothing.

Exhaustion had sunk into my bones in a way I didn’t think sleep could fix.

It wasn’t ordinary tiredness. It was the hollowed-out kind that came after too many thresholds between life and death, after too many hours spent holding yourself together through sheer force of will.

My body felt like it had forgotten what rest even was. My mind, worse still, seemed unwilling to believe in safety as a concept.

When the gates of Nightfang finally rose into view, towering and familiar against the night, something inside me tightened.

We were back.

And yet, I didn’t feel like I had returned anywhere at all.

The grand gates opened with ceremonial ease, iron and stone parting to let us roll into the heart of the packhouse grounds.

Lanterns were lit due to the late hour, their warm glow spilling across pathways lined with stone and trimmed hedges, as though the place had been waiting in quiet vigilance for our arrival.

I should have felt relief. I should have felt that familiar comfort of homecoming.

Instead, there was only numbness.

I knew the war had ended. I knew Catherine’s influence had been severed. I knew, for all intents and purposes, we were safe.

But knowing and feeling were no longer the same language.

It was an unsettling reminder that even safety could feel unfamiliar after enough chaos.

We came to a stop.

The doors opened.

And the world outside rushed in.

Nightfang had gathered—Gavin stood near the steps with a rigid posture softened slightly by the exhaustion of holding things together in Kieran’s absence.

Christian stood beside him, arms folded, eyes scanning us all with a sharpness that suggested he was still half-prepared for bad news.

Leona stood a little further back, composed as always, though the tension around her mouth betrayed how long she had been holding herself steady.

Ethan and Maya were back in Frostbane for the night, but I knew I would see them tomorrow.

Several other pack members were peering through windows and balconies, hoping for a glimpse of the survivors returning from something that had threatened to devour us all.

For a moment, I simply stood in front of the car, unsure whether I had the strength to take another step.

Then I heard it: a bright voice cutting clean through the heaviness like a blade of light.

“Mom! Dad!”

The sound cracked something open inside me, and my head snapped toward it instinctively.

Daniel blurred across the space between us, his arms outstretched, his entire being radiating a happiness that blotted out all else.

And suddenly, I could breathe again.

I dropped to my knees before I even realized I was moving.

He crashed into me, arms wrapping around my neck with a force that was entirely disproportionate to his size.

I caught him easily, pulling him into my chest, my hands trembling as they found his back.

The moment he was in my arms, that something broke open completely, in a quieter, gentler way than it had on the island.

“Oh my baby,” I whispered. “Hi.”

He clung to me tightly, his face buried against my shoulder.

“You came back,” he said, voice shaky but certain, as though it had ever been in question.

A lump formed in my throat so thick I nearly couldn’t answer.

“I promised I would,” I managed, blinking hard against the sting in my eyes.

He pulled back just enough to look at me properly, his hands still gripping my sleeves as if letting go might erase the image.

Then he frowned.

“You look like shit,” he declared with the blunt honesty only a child could get away with.

For a moment, I just stared at him.

Then I laughed.

It came out of me unexpectedly, sharp and breathy and real in a way I didn’t think I still knew how to feel.

I pulled him back into me, holding him tighter.

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