The True Alpha of Lupine (Seraphina and Ronan) novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65 Between Nightmare And Reality

SERAPHINA

I was never the girl who dreamt of fairy tales and white horses. While others clung to stories of princesses and castles, I found myself drawn to secrets, shadows, and the unexplained. Mystery always captured my heart.

And that day, I wanted to step into another mystery that was always pulling me in. However

“No, Sera!” Mother grabbed my wrist before I could step into the mist. “Let’s go back to the packhouse.”

I was young, barely ten, and nestled among the thick fur of her wolf form as she carried me away. I craned my head over i shoulder, casting one last curious glance at the silver fog curling between the trees like beckoning fingers. “Mama, why can’t I go into the woods when the mist is out?” I asked.

my

“Mists are not what they appear to be, Sera,” she gently replied. “You might think it’s harmless. Maybe even fun to play in. But there’s an old tale about the fog. About the Mist Forest. Do you know it?”

A flicker of excitement stirred in me. “No… what tale, Mama?”

Her wolf paused. Slowly, she turned her head, her amber eyes locking with mine. “Sometimes, the mist opens a path into forbidden lands–places we are never meant to cross. And if we do we see things no one should ever see. Truths that should remain buried.”

A strange chill ran down my spine. Her voice had shifted–no longer soft or playful, but solemn and low. As if the forest itself might hear her.

“What happens then?” I asked, gripping her fur a little tighter without meaning to.

“When you see something you were never meant to witness,” she whispered, “you are hunted.”

The firelight in her eyes flickered. I had thought she was just trying to scare me out of mischief. But there was something in her voice, something hidden. Something real.

“So, Sera…” she warned, her tone softer but not eyes. “If you ever see something in the mist, run. Don’t speak. Don’t stay. Run. Because they will come for you.”

And then his voice echoed in my ears.

“Seraphina Nightbane, you should have run.”

My eyes fle

open.

A gasp tore from my throat as I jolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat. My heart pounded like a war drum against my ribs, fast and erratic, as though it were trying to escape the very cage of my chest.

Dante tearing at his own face, bleeding and smiling at me flashed in my mind, shaking me to the core.

My head spun and vision was uncle

eyes was white walls and a familiar scene in the air.

unclear for a moment longer until I started seeing things clearly and what came front of my

The sheets clenched my tists were white and soft, “Healer’s wing?”

I whispered under my breath, my breathing still uneven.

I glanced around to the empty hospital room where I had been before

“How did I get here?” I asked mysel

1 remembered everything clearly from trial in the vampire den to jumping from the cliff and everything. The mist. Dante’s

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My limbs paralyzed, my soul left my body for a moment. A thick bead of sweat rolled down to my cheek as my mouth gaped

Chapter 65 Between Nightmare And Reality

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“He.. he called me by my name,” I whispered, the words sticking to my tongue like ash,

My eyes shook violently, breath stuttering in my chest as fear wrapped its cold fingers around my spine. My heart thundered. so loud I could barely hear anything else.

No. No. This can’t be real.

The memory played again like a cursed reel I couldn’t unsee–Dante’s bloody smile, his nails tearing at his face.

1 clutched the sheets, the white fabric twisting in my fists. “What happened after that!” I desperately asked myself. “Why can’t I remember anything!”

My eyes scanned the quiet room. No sound. No movement. No Dante. No Ronan. No mist. Just pale morning light slanting through the thin curtains,

Was any of it real!

The territory of those wolves that cursed Finn and me jumping off the cliff into the fog forest? Was it all a nightmare? It never happened and we exited the mountain finishing the trial in the vampire den?

My mind raced, trying to grasp the reality that I could not go anywhere when suddenly the doorknob clicked. My spine jerked straight as a tall man stepped in–robes rustling, salt–and–pepper hair tied neatly back. Healer Aran.

“You’re awake.” he glanced at me once and then to the IV in my hand. “How are y

I shook my head, “Don’t worry, it might be the effects of being unconscious for the whole day. You will remember soon.” I gasped, “I was unconscious the whole day?”

Outside it was daylight. But I was in the fog forest. It was all dark. That meant

I clenched the blanket tighter with a thrill in my heart, “It was alla nightmare,” I murmured to myself, relief washing over me. Yet my body was still cold as ice. I had not had that dream about my mother for years and when it clicked with what I saw in the fog forest, Dante’s insane actions, it terrified me to this point. However, everything was fine now because it was a nightmare.

If it was real, Dante would have known my secret then he would have exposed it to the whole Academy by now unlike Ronan who had yet to do so.

“Nightmare?” He tilted his head, “Did you have a nightmare?” he asked.

I nodded, “Yeah but I am fine now?” and then changed the topic, “By the way how did I end up here?” n messed up emotions calming.

Taking a seat by the bed, he crossed his legs and arms replying, “You were found unconscious at the foot of the fog forest. Just beyond the exit of the mountain”

“What?” My heart dropped into my stomach, “Fog forest?”

How did he know that name? It was a part of my nightmare so how…

Wait. Why did I have a pain in my back similar to what I had experienced when I jumped from the clid? My throat clenched

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