Kael
Seraphina looked so adorable, even as she struggled against me. Her resistance only made her more captivating in my eyes.
But her rejection of our bond was infuriating. She liked me-I knew she did. So why couldn’t she admit her feelings?
I understood her concerns about the tension between humans and werewolves. But the truth was, Seraphina wasn’t human.
What puzzled me, though, was her true identity. She didn’t seem entirely human, but she didn’t fit the mold of a typical werewolf either.
“Seraphina, you’re not just a human-you know that, don’t you?” I murmured, running my fingers along her body. “I don’t know exactly what you are yet, but give me time. I’ll find out.”
The potion I’d used on her had dulled her sweet scent, the one that used to drive me wild. Still, it didn’t change the way I felt about her.
The thought of her interacting with other men made my blood boil.
I kissed her lips, letting my hands explore her soft, smooth skin, trailing kisses lower and lower. I wanted to claim every inch of her. But the idea of any lingering trace of another man on her made me restless.
Under my touch, Seraphina whimpered softly, her body melting into mine. Her skin was like silk, her reactions intoxicating.
I knew her well-every sensitive spot, every way to make her lose control. Her body had become as familiar to me as my own.
Her flushed cheeks, her gasps, the way her body trembled when I entered her-it all sent me into a frenzy. Her eyes, glistening with unshed tears, pushed me over the edge.
I adored her. Especially the way she looked in these moments, utterly enchanting.
When she finally passed out in my arms, I carried her to the bathroom, bathed her, and tucked her into bed.
But sleep eluded me.
This town was becoming more chaotic by the day. Just recently, we’d discovered more signs of werewolves.
Following the trail, we found that the culprit was an ordinary human-a local resident-who had transformed into a werewolf after drinking some kind of potion.
It was incredible.
In the past, turning a human into a werewolf was a violent, risky process. A single bite could transmit our genes, but the chances of survival were slim. Most humans couldn’t handle the transformation and died.
Even those who survived often became weak, unstable werewolves, relegated to the bottom ranks of our kind.
That’s why we avoided turning humans unless absolutely necessary. Instead, we relied on internal unions, guided by the Moon Goddess, to strengthen our bloodlines.
But now, everything had changed.
Someone had created a potion that could transform humans into werewolves-and with a shockingly high success rate.
Take today’s example: we captured a man who was thin and frail, resembling a rat. By traditional methods, he wouldn’t have survived the transformation. Yet now, he had become a formidable werewolf.
It was unbelievable.
I brought him to David, hoping he could extract a memory of the person who gave him the potion.
At the same time, I checked on Lucian, who had also returned to his human form. However, his memories after consuming the potion were fuzzy.
Even under hypnosis, David couldn’t retrieve any useful information from either of them.
All we managed to uncover was a vague image from Lucian’s subconscious: a shadowy figure walking down a dark street, dressed in oversized clothing, with a hood pulled low.
The man had gone to great lengths to conceal his identity-wearing sunglasses and a mask, his voice distorted by a voice modulator.
Damn it. Whoever was behind this wanted to remain in the shadows.
If I ever found the bastard ruining this town, I wouldn’t let him off easily. But for now, we had no leads.
This town, a place every faction wanted to control, was slipping further into chaos.
The Crimson Luna pack had a strong foothold here, but even we hadn’t secured complete dominance.
I had enrolled in school here with the sole purpose of claiming this town. But now, it had become anything but peaceful.
Still, I would uncover the truth.
Seraphina’s words earlier had sparked a new suspicion in me-Magnus.
I didn’t know him well. He was a medical student at our school and a doctor for the Eagle Club. From our few interactions, he seemed gentle and easygoing.
So when Seraphina told me Magnus admired werewolves, I was surprised.
To most humans, werewolves represented darkness, violence, and fear.
What could Magnus possibly admire about us?
It didn’t make sense.
Starting tomorrow, I’d have someone keep an eye on him. If the mastermind behind the potion approached Magnus, we could use him to uncover everything.
Seraphina shifted in my arms, nestling closer.
Her dependence on me brought a smile to my face.
She was always so contradictory. She claimed she didn’t want to be with me, yet her body sought me out instinctively.
Sometimes, I wanted to tie her to my side and keep her away from other men entirely.
Look at today-just because I left to handle some matters, she ended up interacting with another man.
If only she could realize how perfect we were together. That would make everything so much easier.