hadowFang Pack grounds. All was still - too still - except for the shallow breathing of Seraphina as she knelt in th
ai
hrown her
never reach, never connect with. While others shifted freely, ran under the moon, and
ssed in her polished armor, blonde hair gleaming in the moonlight like she hadn't spent the last h
llowed. It
uscle aching from the harsh training session - no, punishment
ors. She was their punching bag, the joke of the pac
he satisfaction. She wouldn't cry. Not again. She turned away,
-
oward the forest's edge
pare
re the two headstones. "I tried again. I tried to be
abbed her chest. The story had never changed - her parents were killed by rogue
t the
e who saw w
she whispered,
e leaves and snapping her head up. A raven flew ove
o leave - b
ye. Half-buried beneath moss and dirt was a strang
locket - the kind he
eath c
ng the night of their death. She remembered c
t was lost
was it
open - and he
hidden behind the picture. Her fingers trembled as she unfolded it.
trust the Alpha. Protect the truth
back, the words bu
rust th
tilted o
rning her parents as victims -
he hell wa
snapped b
sp
o
he forest didn't
first time in her life, a stran
lf...