When The Moon Hides Her Crown - Chapter 24: Chapter 24
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SERAPHINA
Perhaps the Goddess had taken my words too seriously during the challenge, when I’d wondered how much worse things could get. Now, I was being chased by four disgusting werewolves, their snarls echoing through the trees like a death knell.
Worse was being seen by Dante. Nevermind that ahead of me stood a massive figure. A regal, black wolf loomed in the clearing, carved from the shadows of midnight itself, blood dripping from his maw. A tiger. Dead and broken, lay at his feet.
My heart seized as our eyes locked.
Time halted. The forest held its breath.
He didn’t move, but he saw me. Really saw me.
Why was Ronan here?
He must’ve realized I was a female. He must’ve known my presence was out of place in these deadly woods. That I was forbidden. Had he figured out who I really was?
Seth Darven.
No, not without my scent. Without it, there was no way he could know.
Yet the way he stared at me…frozen, unblinking, as if his body had forgotten how to move, sent a shiver down my spine. That stare…it wasn't just suspicious. It was something primal, dangerous.
What if he joined the others? What if he planned to take advantage of me?
Men were all the same lustful, depraved. They saw women as nothing more than a piece of meat to ruin at their convenience. Why would he be any different?
The wind howled through my fur as I sprinted through the trees, branches clawing at me while the thunder of paws crashed behind like a coming storm. My heart beat violently in my chest, but my eyes stayed locked on Ronan’s wolf, still unmoving.
I made up my mind.
There’s no way I was letting him figure out who I was or letting them ruin me.
I told Phina as a familiar scent reached my nose.
Could it be…?
My heart leapt with panic…
My paws barely touched the earth as I glanced to my right. Ronan, not far behind, followed my line of sight.
The darkness. A familiar one.
Our eyes met again. At that moment, I saw his expression shift as if he’d read my thoughts.
But I acted first.
With a burst of speed, I veered right, plunging into the shadows.
Behind me, the growls grew louder.
“Fuck! Where the hell is this she-wolf going?!”
“Don’t stop! Get her!” Reed barked in his wolf form.
All four surged after me, unaware of what lay ahead.
Then, eyes. Glowing in the darkness.
First one pair, then another.
Until there were dozens of glowing red eyes pierced through the darkness, freezing the wolves in place.
“What the fuck…” Reed murmured, backing away as the others followed suit.
From the shadows, a massive brown wolf emerged wild, furious, and terrifying.
Then more followed. Crimson eyes like embers from hell.
Two. Five. Then dozens.
Every single one of them stared at the Alpha wolves.
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.
But I heard them. Heard the fear in Reed’s voice. The edge in Cassius’ growl.
“What the…”
“We’re in rogue territory!” Cassius snapped, panic rising.
“She lured us here?! That crazy bitch!” Reed howled, unhinged.
Their panic was deafening. Delicious.
I tore through the underbrush, mud and leaves scattering beneath my paws as the rogues closed in behind me an impenetrable wall of snarling, bloodthirsty chaos now separating me from my would-be attackers.
If they wanted me, they’d have to go through them.
I finally stopped on the far side of the battlefield, panting, my fur bristling with energy.
“You wanted a hunt?” I met Reed’s eyes with a cold, emotionless stare. Here. Hunt this.
He read the message clear as day and his rage cracked through his composure as he launched into battle, snarling, trying to defend himself from the swarm of rogues.
My gaze slid past him.
Dante stood in the distance, strangely still, an unreadable look in his eyes. Something…hauntingly familiar.
I had seen that same expression the day he devoured Jordan.
Then he smiled at me.
My heart clenched.
It was him. That smile. That nightmare.
Then… my gaze returned to Ronan.
Still unmoved. Still watching.
He hadn’t interfered.
He didn’t even look like he planned to.
He just watched me.
Growls ripped through the night…raw, feral, unrelenting. It was too late for retreat. The four Alphas had no choice now but to fight for their lives if they didn’t want to be torn apart by the rogues.
I stood across the clearing, no longer running. Moonlight bathed my fur in silver as I faced them unmoving, unafraid. I let them see me. All of me.
Cassius' eyes widened, as if he were seeing me for the very first time.
Until…
A rogue lunged on him.
At the same time another finally noticed me.
Ronan still watched. He hadn’t moved as I slowly began backing away from the snarling wolf now advancing on me. I hadn’t expected to see rogues here, hadn’t even dreamed I’d cross their path again. But tonight, they’d become my weapons.
I knew this weapon could turn on me just as easily.
Just before the rogue lunged toward me, lips curled in a deadly snarl, I made my move.
Without hesitation, I dove sideways into a shallow stream that glittered like shattered glass beneath the moonlight.
Splash.
The cold water slammed against my body. The current grabbed hold of me, fast and unforgiving.
I let it take me.
Let it carry me far and fast. Away from the rogues. Away from Ronan. Away from the eyes that had begun to see too much.
Before the current swallowed me whole, I looked back. Ronan was still there. Standing like a storm on the horizon.
Watching me.
Silent.
Unmoving.
He’d seen everything.
I didn’t know what terrified me more, what I had just escaped…or what that look in Ronan’s eyes meant for me.
The current yanked me under before I could brace myself. I shifted into my human form, desperate to stay above the surface before things got worse.
Water roared around me, icy and merciless, pulling at my limbs like phantom hands. I kicked hard, trying to keep my head above water, my lungs aching. The stream wasn’t deep, but it was wild, angry. It dragged me far from the growls and chaos behind.
Far from them.
Rocks scraped my stomach. Branches whipped my cheeks. The world spun in sharp bursts of pain and rushing sound.
When I finally spotted a patch of calmer water ahead, I twisted, clawing at the current with desperate strokes. My fingers scraped moss. I kicked, gasped, and heaved myself toward the edge.
“Come on…come on…”
With one last lurch, I hauled myself onto the muddy bank and collapsed. My body hit the earth in a heap soaked, shivering, breathless. My chest heaved. My vision swam.
I lay still, naked and trembling, the roar of water fading behind me. The forest surrounded me again, eerily quiet. My limbs were leaden. My thoughts raced.
They saw me.
All of them saw me in wolf form.
Though…I don’t think they recognized me.
Not even Ronan.
He couldn’t have, right? Without my scent, how could he know?
And yet…
How had the rogues ended up in that forest at just the right moment?
That was no coincidence.
Then I noticed it—
The sky.
Hints of orange and lavender bled into the black, staining the horizon like spilled fire.
Dawn.
No.
Panic crashed through me as I forced myself upright. My soaked hair clung to my skin, my heart thundering louder with every second.
I spun around.
Unfamiliar trees surrounded me. No sign of the clearing. No familiar trail. No scent of the others.
I was off course. Completely.
The stream that had saved me…had also cast me into the unknown.
The worst part?
The bison.
The prey I had hunted. Wounded. Nearly killed. The final kill that would prove my worth in this cursed trial…
The realization hit like a blow to the chest.
Gone.
I turned slowly, scanning the woods. The scent trail was faint now, fading too fast to track. Even if I found it again, I’d have to fight it, finish it, and drag its massive body all the way back to the clearing… before sunrise.
I didn’t have that kind of time.
Not anymore.
My breath came in shallow pants. My ribs ached with each inhale. Was this it?
Was I going to lose?
The thought landed harder than any fang or claw.
I lowered my eyes to the forest floor. My hands were scraped. My legs smeared with mud. My body ached, and I still trembled. All that effort. All the danger. The risk of discovery. The near assault. The defiance. All of it…
Only to end up here.
Alone. Empty-handed. Lost.
My gaze lifted once more to the sky.
Warm streaks of gold now kissed the clouds like the first soft embers of a fire.
Was this how it ended?
Was I going to fail?
Perhaps the Goddess had taken my words too seriously during the challenge, when I’d wondered how much worse things could get. Now, I was being chased by four disgusting werewolves, their snarls echoing through the trees like a death knell.
Worse was being seen by Dante. Nevermind that ahead of me stood a massive figure. A regal, black wolf loomed in the clearing, carved from the shadows of midnight itself, blood dripping from his maw. A tiger. Dead and broken, lay at his feet.
My heart seized as our eyes locked.
Time halted. The forest held its breath.
He didn’t move, but he saw me. Really saw me.
Why was Ronan here?
He must’ve realized I was a female. He must’ve known my presence was out of place in these deadly woods. That I was forbidden. Had he figured out who I really was?
Seth Darven.
No, not without my scent. Without it, there was no way he could know.
Yet the way he stared at me…frozen, unblinking, as if his body had forgotten how to move, sent a shiver down my spine. That stare…it wasn't just suspicious. It was something primal, dangerous.
What if he joined the others? What if he planned to take advantage of me?
Men were all the same lustful, depraved. They saw women as nothing more than a piece of meat to ruin at their convenience. Why would he be any different?
The wind howled through my fur as I sprinted through the trees, branches clawing at me while the thunder of paws crashed behind like a coming storm. My heart beat violently in my chest, but my eyes stayed locked on Ronan’s wolf, still unmoving.
I made up my mind.
There’s no way I was letting him figure out who I was or letting them ruin me.
I told Phina as a familiar scent reached my nose.
Could it be…?
My heart leapt with panic…
My paws barely touched the earth as I glanced to my right. Ronan, not far behind, followed my line of sight.
The darkness. A familiar one.
Our eyes met again. At that moment, I saw his expression shift as if he’d read my thoughts.
But I acted first.
With a burst of speed, I veered right, plunging into the shadows.
Behind me, the growls grew louder.
“Fuck! Where the hell is this she-wolf going?!”
“Don’t stop! Get her!” Reed barked in his wolf form.
All four surged after me, unaware of what lay ahead.
Then, eyes. Glowing in the darkness.
First one pair, then another.
Until there were dozens of glowing red eyes pierced through the darkness, freezing the wolves in place.
“What the fuck…” Reed murmured, backing away as the others followed suit.
From the shadows, a massive brown wolf emerged wild, furious, and terrifying.
Then more followed. Crimson eyes like embers from hell.
Two. Five. Then dozens.
Every single one of them stared at the Alpha wolves.
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.
But I heard them. Heard the fear in Reed’s voice. The edge in Cassius’ growl.
“What the…”
“We’re in rogue territory!” Cassius snapped, panic rising.
“She lured us here?! That crazy bitch!” Reed howled, unhinged.
Their panic was deafening. Delicious.
I tore through the underbrush, mud and leaves scattering beneath my paws as the rogues closed in behind me an impenetrable wall of snarling, bloodthirsty chaos now separating me from my would-be attackers.
If they wanted me, they’d have to go through them.
I finally stopped on the far side of the battlefield, panting, my fur bristling with energy.
“You wanted a hunt?” I met Reed’s eyes with a cold, emotionless stare. Here. Hunt this.
He read the message clear as day and his rage cracked through his composure as he launched into battle, snarling, trying to defend himself from the swarm of rogues.
My gaze slid past him.
Dante stood in the distance, strangely still, an unreadable look in his eyes. Something…hauntingly familiar.
I had seen that same expression the day he devoured Jordan.
Then he smiled at me.
My heart clenched.
It was him. That smile. That nightmare.
Then… my gaze returned to Ronan.
Still unmoved. Still watching.
He hadn’t interfered.
He didn’t even look like he planned to.
He just watched me.
Growls ripped through the night…raw, feral, unrelenting. It was too late for retreat. The four Alphas had no choice now but to fight for their lives if they didn’t want to be torn apart by the rogues.
I stood across the clearing, no longer running. Moonlight bathed my fur in silver as I faced them unmoving, unafraid. I let them see me. All of me.
Cassius' eyes widened, as if he were seeing me for the very first time.
Until…
A rogue lunged on him.
At the same time another finally noticed me.
Ronan still watched. He hadn’t moved as I slowly began backing away from the snarling wolf now advancing on me. I hadn’t expected to see rogues here, hadn’t even dreamed I’d cross their path again. But tonight, they’d become my weapons.
I knew this weapon could turn on me just as easily.
Just before the rogue lunged toward me, lips curled in a deadly snarl, I made my move.
Without hesitation, I dove sideways into a shallow stream that glittered like shattered glass beneath the moonlight.
Splash.
The cold water slammed against my body. The current grabbed hold of me, fast and unforgiving.
I let it take me.
Let it carry me far and fast. Away from the rogues. Away from Ronan. Away from the eyes that had begun to see too much.
Before the current swallowed me whole, I looked back. Ronan was still there. Standing like a storm on the horizon.
Watching me.
Silent.
Unmoving.
He’d seen everything.
I didn’t know what terrified me more, what I had just escaped…or what that look in Ronan’s eyes meant for me.
The current yanked me under before I could brace myself. I shifted into my human form, desperate to stay above the surface before things got worse.
Water roared around me, icy and merciless, pulling at my limbs like phantom hands. I kicked hard, trying to keep my head above water, my lungs aching. The stream wasn’t deep, but it was wild, angry. It dragged me far from the growls and chaos behind.
Far from them.
Rocks scraped my stomach. Branches whipped my cheeks. The world spun in sharp bursts of pain and rushing sound.
When I finally spotted a patch of calmer water ahead, I twisted, clawing at the current with desperate strokes. My fingers scraped moss. I kicked, gasped, and heaved myself toward the edge.
“Come on…come on…”
With one last lurch, I hauled myself onto the muddy bank and collapsed. My body hit the earth in a heap soaked, shivering, breathless. My chest heaved. My vision swam.
I lay still, naked and trembling, the roar of water fading behind me. The forest surrounded me again, eerily quiet. My limbs were leaden. My thoughts raced.
They saw me.
All of them saw me in wolf form.
Though…I don’t think they recognized me.
Not even Ronan.
He couldn’t have, right? Without my scent, how could he know?
And yet…
How had the rogues ended up in that forest at just the right moment?
That was no coincidence.
Then I noticed it—
The sky.
Hints of orange and lavender bled into the black, staining the horizon like spilled fire.
Dawn.
No.
Panic crashed through me as I forced myself upright. My soaked hair clung to my skin, my heart thundering louder with every second.
I spun around.
Unfamiliar trees surrounded me. No sign of the clearing. No familiar trail. No scent of the others.
I was off course. Completely.
The stream that had saved me…had also cast me into the unknown.
The worst part?
The bison.
The prey I had hunted. Wounded. Nearly killed. The final kill that would prove my worth in this cursed trial…
The realization hit like a blow to the chest.
Gone.
I turned slowly, scanning the woods. The scent trail was faint now, fading too fast to track. Even if I found it again, I’d have to fight it, finish it, and drag its massive body all the way back to the clearing… before sunrise.
I didn’t have that kind of time.
Not anymore.
My breath came in shallow pants. My ribs ached with each inhale. Was this it?
Was I going to lose?
The thought landed harder than any fang or claw.
I lowered my eyes to the forest floor. My hands were scraped. My legs smeared with mud. My body ached, and I still trembled. All that effort. All the danger. The risk of discovery. The near assault. The defiance. All of it…
Only to end up here.
Alone. Empty-handed. Lost.
My gaze lifted once more to the sky.
Warm streaks of gold now kissed the clouds like the first soft embers of a fire.
Was this how it ended?
Was I going to fail?
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