Seraphina’s POV
The vial touched my lips.
Cold glass. The sll of sothing bitter. Deadly.
This was it. The end.
Damien was dead. I was about to die. And our children—Adrian, Lily—they’d be alone.
Orphans.
The word echoed in my head. Over and over.
My babies. My sweet babies. Growing up without us. Without their father. Without their mother.
In the hands of these monsters.
No.
NO.
Sothing stirred deep inside . Not in my body. Deeper. In that empty place where Ayla used to be.
That hollow void that had been aching for three years.
Sothing was moving there. Waking up. Responding to my rage. My grief. My absolute refusal to let this happen.
The vial tilted. Liquid touched my tongue.
Bitter. Burning. The taste of death.
Then everything exploded.
A roar tore from my throat. Not human. Not words. Just pure sound. Pure fury.
My body convulsed. Power surged through . Hot. Electric. Like lightning in my veins.
Voss stumbled backward. The vial fell. Shattered on the ground.
"What the—" His words cut off.
I couldn’t see him. Couldn’t see anything except white light behind my eyes.
The power kept building. Growing. Too much. Too fast. My body couldn’t contain it.
Sothing was breaking. Or maybe sothing was finally fixing itself.
My bones started to crack.
Not breaking. Reshaping. Moving. Finding new positions.
The pain was unbelievable. Worse than the rogue attack. Worse than losing Ayla the first ti. Worse than anything.
I scread. The sound changed mid-scream. Beca sothing else. Sothing animal.
"Impossible." Valerie’s voice. Distant. Shocked. "She doesn’t have a wolf. She can’t—"
My spine arched. Vertebrae popping one by one. Ribs expanding. Chest broadening.
The injuries from the fight—the bitten arm, the broken ribs, everything—they were healing. Fast. Too fast.
Flesh knitting together. Bones fusing. Like my body was rewinding. Undoing all the damage in seconds.
"Voss!" Valerie shouted. "Do sothing!"
"I—I don’t—" He sounded scared. Actually scared.
Good.
My hands hit the ground. Except they weren’t hands anymore.
Paws. Large. White. Claws extending from the tips.
White?
Ayla had been brown. Dark brown. Small and sleek and nothing like this.
But this wasn’t Ayla.
This was sothing else. Soone else. Soone who’d been sleeping. Waiting. Gathering strength.
My face elongated. Jaw extending. Teeth sharpening. So many teeth.
The forest ca alive around . Slls. Sounds. Everything amplified a thousand tis.
I could sll their fear. Voss. Valerie. The sharp acrid stench of it.
I could hear their hearts pounding. Rapid. Panicked. Prey realizing they’d beco prey.
My body kept changing. Growing. Muscles building. Fur sprouting. White fur covering everything.
Not just white. Silver-white. Like moonlight. Like—
Like Damien’s wolf.
The thought pierced through the transformation. Through the pain and the power and everything else.
Damien.
His body lying in the grass. Cold. Still. Dead.
The rage ca back. Hotter. Bigger. Absolute.
They killed him. These monsters killed my husband.
And now they were going to pay.
My transformation completed. The pain stopped. Everything stopped.
I stood on four legs. Strong. Stable. Powerful.
So powerful.
I’d never felt anything like this. Even with Ayla, I’d never felt this strong. This alive. This ready to destroy.
I lifted my head. Looked at them.
Voss and Valerie stood frozen. Staring. Their mouths open. Eyes huge.
"That’s not possible," Voss whispered. "Oga wolves don’t—they can’t—"
I growled. Low. Rumbling. The sound vibrated through my chest. Through the ground. Through everything.
Both of them flinched.
"She’s massive," Valerie breathed. "How is she that big?"
I was big. Bigger than Valerie’s wolf. Maybe bigger than Voss. Definitely bigger than any oga should be.
Because I’d never been oga.
The realization hit like lightning. Clear. Certain. Undeniable.
All those years they’d told I was oga. All those years they’d treated like I was weak. Less than. Nothing.
They’d been wrong.
I wasn’t oga. Wasn’t even beta.
I was Alpha.
Pure Alpha. Just like Damien. Just like our children.
The silver-white fur. The size. The power coursing through .
All of it scread Alpha blood. Alpha strength. Alpha fury.
My parents. My real parents. The ones who died when I was eight.
They’d been Alphas. Both of them.
And I’d inherited everything.
I snarled. Bared my teeth. So many teeth.
They both stepped back.
"Okay, maybe we should—" Voss started.
I lunged.
Not at them. Not yet.
At Damien.
I landed beside his body. Stood over him. Protecting him. The way I should have from the start.
The way I would now. Forever.
Voss and Valerie circled. Trying to get around . To get to him.
I moved with them. Keeping my body between them and Damien. Growling. Warning.
"We can’t get past her," Valerie hissed.
"Then we kill her first." Voss shifted. His own transformation starting.
Let him. Let them both co.
I was ready.
For the first ti in three years, I had my wolf back.
Not Ayla. Never Ayla again. That sweet brown wolf was gone. Resting. At peace.
But this new wolf—this white warrior—she was here now.
And she was pissed.
The bond stirred in my chest. That pull I’d followed to find Damien. It was stronger now. Clearer.
Still there. Still connecting us.
I had to protect him. Had to keep him alive. Had to give him ti to heal.
To co back to .
Voss finished shifting. His gray-brown wolf faced . Larger than before. Trying to intimidate.
Didn’t work.
Valerie shifted too. Her gray wolf joining him. Both of them snarling. Circling.
Two against one.
I didn’t care.
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