a cloak of shadows, the moon hanging hi

loodm

n. For Seraphina Vale, the night was an omen one she had no choice but to face. Her heart pounded

eside her, his presence

elming and

that clung to him. His gaze was unwavering, focused on her as if h

al to Dorian, those bound by pack laws watched in silent reverence, knowing the significance of this moment. The Bloodmoon Ceremony was an ancient ritual, one that could not be undone once completed. It wa

he weight of the chains that bound her. This marriage, this forced union, was nothing more than a

of tension running through it. Seraphina swallowed

illness of the night. "Tonight, under the Bloodmoon, we bind these two souls together, for better or for worse, in life an

nto place the moment he had claimed her as his. It was there, un

in time with her heartbeat, urging her to su

, Seraphina Vale, to be my wife, my Luna, in this life and the next." Seraphina's breath hitched in her t

it, but it was something deep and primal, as though

when it was her turn to speak. "I, Seraphina Vale, take thee, Dori

eemed to tremble. The wind howled, the moon overhead glowing brigh

ted. A vision assaulted Seraphina's

body was limp, his eyes vacant, his chest barely risi

soaking into her skin, could hear the

His eyes once sharp, once full of life were now clouded, staring past her, as if h

drained from him. The bond between them, the mate bond, throbbed with intensity, and with every passing second, Seraphina felt h

f her vision seemed to seep into her skin, filli

his death pulling her into an abyss. She could feel the

ent into oblivion. "Seraphina!" Dorian's voice cut t

it had begun, and she gasped

her, and she collapsed, the

ming in ragged gasps as the vision slowly

ped her with such force that it felt as t

hisper, her voice trembling.

thing that might have been concern though it was quickly masked by his usual stoic demeanor. "Don't worry," he said, his voice low but firm. "It's just a vision. It

her own. Her vision, like a dark prophecy, had struck at the core of her being. The curse had n

lips, she wasn't sure she believed them. She was no fool. She had seen the vision

n't find a way to break it, they were both doomed. The priest's voice rang out again, but Seraphina barely heard him over the poun

d by the Bloodmoon, you are one under the moon's gaze. May your union be str

ugh there was no turning back now. She was his. She had no choice in the matter. And whatever ca

rms, was a future she would fight with everything she had to change. But how? And what price would she have to pay to survive? Before she c

ly light coming from the flickering flames in the hearth. She was lying on a soft bed, her body encased in warmth, but her mind still tangled in the web of the vision she had seen. Th