Seraphina’s POV
For five years, my adoptive parents had vanished from my life completely—no calls, no letters. It was as if I’d never existed in their world, which was exactly what they’d wanted when they threw out.
The phone kept ringing. I let it go to voicemail, but imdiately another call ca in from a different number. Then another. My phone buzzed with a text ssage, then another, the notifications piling up faster than I could dismiss them.
*Answer the phone, you little bitch.*
*I know where you work.*
*Nightshadow Industries. Don’t make co there.*
My blood turned to ice. She was using different phones, probably borrowed from neighbors or friends, making sure I couldn’t just block her number. And now she was threatening to show up at my workplace. I couldn’t let Elizabeth Knight storm into Nightshadow Industries and cause a scene.
The phone rang again. This ti, I answered.
"Hello, Elizabeth."
"Don’t you ’hello Elizabeth’ , you ungrateful little bitch!" Her voice exploded through the speaker with such venom that I had to hold the phone away from my ear. "Where the hell have you been for five years? Do you have any idea what you put us through? Disappearing like so common criminal, embarrassing our family na!"
The familiar torrent of abuse washed over like acid rain. Sa Elizabeth, sa vicious tongue, sa complete inability to take responsibility for her own cruelty.
"I’ve been building a life for myself and my son," I said quietly, proud of how steady my voice sounded despite the way my hands were trembling. "What do you want, Elizabeth? We haven’t spoken in five years. I assud that ant you were done pretending to care about my existence."
But a harsh laugh that sounded like breaking glass. "Trust , if I had a choice, I wouldn’t be calling you at all. But you need to co ho. This weekend. There are... arrangents to be made."
"Arrangents?" I repeated, my voice rising slightly. "Elizabeth, I’m not coming back to Whispering Valley. Ever. I have a life here, a job, responsibilities—"
"You have responsibilities to this family!" she shrieked, her voice reaching that familiar pitch that had preceded so many of my childhood punishnts. "After everything we did for you, after taking in an unwanted oga orphan and raising you like our own daughter, you owe us!"
"I don’t owe you anything," I said firmly, surprising myself with the steel in my voice. "You made it very clear five years ago that I wasn’t your daughter and never had been. You chose Valerie. You got exactly what you wanted— gone, out of your life forever. So whatever this is about, find soone else to help you."
I was about to hang up when Elizabeth’s voice changed, dropping to sothing low and dangerous that made my wolf pace uneasily.
"I know about your job at Nightshadow Industries," Elizabeth continued, her tone taking on a calculated quality that made my skin crawl. "I know about your little apartnt in the Riverside district. Most importantly, I know about your son."
My breath caught in my throat. "What did you just say?"
"Adrian Knight. Four years old. Attends Silver Moon Harbor Elentary. Such a sweet little boy, from what I hear. It would be such a sha if sothing were to happen to him."
The phone slipped from my suddenly nerveless fingers, clattering onto my desk with a sound that seed to echo through the empty office. For a mont, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except stare at the device as Elizabeth’s voice continued to pour out threats in that sa calm, conversational tone.
I grabbed the phone back up, my hands shaking so badly I could barely keep hold of it.
"If you go anywhere near my son—" I started, but Elizabeth cut off with a laugh that chilled to the bone.
"You’ll what? Oh, darling, I think you’re forgetting exactly who you’re dealing with here." Her voice was soft now, almost gentle, which sohow made it ten tis more terrifying. "I’m the respected wife of a pack elder. You’re an unwed oga mother with a bastard child. Who do you think they’ll believe if sothing unfortunate were to happen?"
My chest felt like it was being crushed in a vise, making it difficult to draw breath.
“Co ho this weekend. Friday evening." Elizabeth’s voice was brisk now, businesslike, as if we were discussing dinner plans rather than threats against my child. "And Seraphina? If you even think about running, if you consider taking that little bastard and disappearing... well, let’s just say I have friends in many places. There’s nowhere you could hide that I wouldn’t find you."
The line went dead, leaving staring at my phone in complete silence. The office around felt surreal, like I was looking at everything through thick glass. The familiar sounds of the building—air conditioning, distant conversations, the hum of electronics—all seed muffled and far away.
I knew Elizabeth Knight better than that. She’d raised , after all, taught exactly how far she was willing to go to get what she wanted. The woman who’d been capable of throwing out a pregnant eighteen-year-old with nothing but the clothes on her back was definitely capable of far worse things.
I’d spent the entire week in a state of barely controlled anxiety, jumping every ti my phone rang, checking on Adrian obsessively, barely sleeping.
The drive to Whispering Valley felt both endless and far too short. Every mile that passed on the familiar country roads brought back mories I’d spent five years trying to forget.
By the ti I pulled into the gravel driveway of the Knight house, my hands were shaking and my wolf was pacing frantically in my mind. The house looked exactly the sa—small, neat, perfectly maintained on the outside while hiding rot within its walls.
But sothing was different. Instead of the cold reception I’d expected, Elizabeth was waiting on the front porch, her arms open in what appeared to be a welcoming gesture. She was dressed in her Sunday best—a pale blue dress that brought out her eyes, her hair perfectly styled, her makeup applied with careful precision.
"Seraphina!" she called out, her voice warm and bright. "Oh, darling, look at you! You look wonderful!"
She swept down the porch steps and pulled into what felt like a genuine hug, her arms wrapping around with surprising strength.
"Co in, co in!" she said, looping her arm through mine and guiding up the porch steps. "I’ve missed you so much, sweetheart. We have so much to catch up on!"
The inside of the house was exactly as I rembered. But sitting in Victor’s old recliner was a man I’d never seen before, and the sight of him made my skin crawl imdiately.
He was probably in his fifties, with thinning gray hair slicked back with too much pomade and a soft, doughy body that spoke of a lifeti of excess. His pale blue eyes moved over with an assessnt that felt physical, taking in every curve and line of my body with the kind of hungry evaluation that made my wolf bare her teeth in my mind.
"Seraphina," Elizabeth said, her voice taking on that bright, hostess-like quality she used when she was performing for an audience, "I’d like you to et Harold. Harold, this is my daughter Seraphina."
Harold heaved himself out of the chair with obvious effort, his eyes never leaving my face as he extended a pudgy hand that looked like it hadn’t seen honest work in decades.
"So this is the famous Seraphina," he said, his voice oily and warm in a way that made my flesh crawl. "Elizabeth has told so much about you. What a lovely young woman you’ve grown into."
I didn’t take his offered hand, stepping back instinctively as every alarm bell in my head started ringing at maximum volu.
"I’m sorry," I said, looking between Harold and Elizabeth with growing confusion and dread. "I don’t understand. Who is this man, and why am I here?"
Elizabeth’s smile never wavered, but sothing cold and calculating flickered in her eyes. "Sit down, darling. We have wonderful news to share with you."
When I remained standing, Harold’s smile widened, showing teeth that were too white and too perfect to be natural.
"Your mother and I have been discussing your... situation," he said, settling back into the chair with a grunt. "A young woman in your position—unmarried, with a child—well, it can’t be easy. But I’m a generous man, and I don’t mind taking on another man’s responsibilities."
The bottom dropped out of my stomach as understanding crashed over like a tidal wave.
"Harold has very kindly offered to marry you," Elizabeth said, clapping her hands together as if she’d just announced the most wonderful news in the world. "Isn’t that marvelous? Despite your... past mistakes, despite having that little bastard, he’s willing to give you respectability and a proper ho."
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