A Plan Takes Shape
Seraphine paced in her chambers, the embers of anger and jealousy now crystallized into sharp, calculating determination. Her reflection in the mirror didn’t mock her anymore—it empowered her. If Isla’s rise to power had shaken her confidence, her desperation had forged it into something sharper. She wasn’t going to stew in regret. She was going to act.
The opportunity had presented itself in whispers. Crimson Fang was holding their most sacred tradition: the Luna Consummation Ball. It was a multi-day event, a public celebration followed by a private seclusion where the Alpha and Luna bonded as wolves and mates. It was the ultimate declaration of unity and leadership—a ritual that sealed the Luna’s position and often heralded the beginning of an heir.
For Isla and Draven, it was the culmination of their tenuous relationship. For Seraphine, it was the perfect opportunity to strike.
“Kael,” she called, her voice echoing through her chambers.
He entered moments later, his jaw tight, his posture tense. “What now, Seraphine?”
She turned to him, her smile cold and calculated. “We’re going to Crimson Fang.”
His brows furrowed, skepticism clear in his expression. “You want to waltz into Draven’s territory? Are you insane?”
“No,” she said smoothly, stepping closer. “I’m ambitious. The Luna Consummation Ball is happening in less than two moons. That’s when I’ll make my move.”
Kael folded his arms, his expression dark. “And what exactly is your plan?”
Seraphine’s eyes gleamed as she laid it out. “The ball is the perfect distraction. I’ll use it to replace Isla. She won’t make it to the consummation rites. Instead, I will. Once I’m in, I’ll ensure Draven believes I’m his Luna.”
Kael’s jaw tightened. “And Isla? What happens to her?”
Seraphine’s smile widened, cold and predatory. “You and her can have your happily ever after.”
Kael’s hesitation was evident, but Seraphine pressed on, her tone softening. “Think about it, Kael. You said you still care for her. Help me, and she can have her freedom. No more packs. No more responsibilities. She can live the life you wanted to give her. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?”
He exhaled slowly, his conflict clear. “And what do you get out of this?”
“Everything,” she said simply. “Draven, the power of Crimson Fang, and the recognition I’ve always deserved.”
