Callan's POVI knocked on the door twice before waiting for permission to enter. I felt Archer stir beneath my skin to remind me he would be ready for anything that may threaten us. It was quite ballsy of me to come here without any back up. Even Constantine wasn’t aware of my visit. After receiving permission, I slowly opened the door and was surprised to find Seraphina with her father. ‘Of course she’s here, you dumb ass. Her father was severly injured,’ Archer reminded me. I internally rolled my eyes at my wolf. ‘Thanks for the obvious.’ “Alpha Callan, to what do I owe for this surprising visit?” Seraphina stood next to her father’s bed, looking at me with fear. I didn’t blame her. I was with Constantine yesterday when he attacked. His usual tan skin was ashen. Deep claw marks bled through the bandage on his arm. Why wasn’t he healing? This was very unsual for an Alpha. We tended to heal faster than the average werewolf. Why did I have a feeling that the weasel had something t

Seraphina's POVA throbbing dull pain richachetted through my head. I pressed a hand to my scull as I attempted to sit up. A wave of nausea hit me, making me lay back down. I groaned at my discomfort. While keeping my eyes closed, I moved my hand against the surface I was laying on. I found that I was laying on a plush surface. Slowly opening my eyes, I noticed that I was in one of the guest rooms on my father’s wing of the packhouse. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure. To my surprise Alpha Callan stood leaning against the bookshelf while typing away on his phone. Sitting in a chair adjacent from me, was Allister with his head in his hands. I let out a curse as I tried to move. Allister leaped up from his seat and was at my side in supernatural speed. “Oh, thank the Goddess you are awake.” He tried to link his fingers through mine. I let out a growl and moved my hand away from him. Anger flashed in his eyes before it was replaced with indifference. Why was he even here? Why p

SERAHPNA POV ‘Seraphina! Seraphina!’ A voice yelled into my head. ‘Seraphina! Wake up!’The sound od my father’s voice in my head woke me out of my slumber. A dull throb continued from earlier’s fall. ‘Yes, dad, what is it?’ I rubbed my eyes with the heals of my palms. ‘I need you to listen to me. There isn’t much time. Are you alone?’I quickly took in my sorroundsing, causing a dizzy spell. I let out a groan. ‘Yes I am alone. What’s going on?’A wave of uneasiness hit me as if my father’s feelings were telepathically sent to me. “Honey, you have to promise me that you will watch out—--” His mind-link connection was temporarily disconnected before he said in a strained voice ‘watch…out…for…him.’ And just like that I lost the connection to my father. Shortly after I heard the panicked voices of pack house staff outside the bedroom door. Slowly I mustered enough strength to sit up and carefully got out of the plush bed. The room was dark and neither Allister nor Callan were in th

Seraphina POVI looked out the window to find that we were on a long windy driveway that was lined with pine trees. Warm lit lanterns on tall black poles lined the extensive driveway until it reached the cobblestone courtyard driveway that surrounded a gorgeous fountain. That was illuminated by spotlights. The packhouse was an enormous gothic-styled, victorian, mansion with ornate designs on the windows and doors. The small intrinsic details of the architecture made the mansion ooze wealth while also giving off a cold, sterile vibe. The limo pulled up to the large stone staircase that led up to the massive building. A short, stocky man with a receding hairline wearing a black and white butler’s uniform, opened the door for me. I thanked the elderly man and waited for Callan to get out of the limo. “Follow me.” He said cooly as he walked passed me. I was relatively tall for a female, yet still found it nearly impossible to keep up with Callan’s long strides. A small gasp left me as

Callan POVIt had been three days since I had brought Seraphina to my pack. I had done a great job so far at avoiding her. However I felt my willpower dwindle by the second. I couldn’t understand for the life of me why I felt the need to check on Seraphina. Sure I had told her that she would be my Luna, but that was to gain more power. I had no plan of actually wanting to get to know the girl. Instead, I wanted her to earn her keep. After the carelessness her pack’s leadership displayed and her weasel of an ex-husband, I wanted her to learn that I ran my pack very differently. Although I wanted her to learn these things, I couldn’t help this nagging feeling of wanting her close at all times. To help satiate that burning need, I had placed her in a room that shared a wall with my suite. My wolf had been less than impressed when I didn’t bring her to my quarters. ‘Mine.’ he chanted in my head. ‘She’s not ours. Cool down.’ I told my wolf. My wolf had it in his thick-headed mind that