The Luna's wrath

Chapter 4 (NEW)

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, Seraphina's eyes fluttered open, her senses gradually awakening to the world around her. Stretching her limbs, she rose from her slumber, feeling the softness of her fur against the cool morning air. With a steady grace, she dressed herself in her customary attire, adorning her lithe form with a combination of strength and elegance.

Emerging from her cabin, Seraphina's eyes scanned the familiar surroundings of her territory. The towering trees whispered their secrets in the gentle breeze, and the scent of earth and pine filled the air. It was a moment of quiet reflection as she took in the beauty of her domain, finding solace in the connection between nature and her own wild spirit.

Lost in her thoughts, Seraphina rounded a bend and found herself face to face with Gavin, his figure tall and imposing. The scent of the hunt clung to him, a mix of sweat and forest musk. But there was something else in his demeanor, a glint of desire in his eyes that unsettled her.

"Gavin," she greeted him, keeping her tone cool and composed, despite the unwanted advance she sensed simmering beneath his gaze.

"Morning, Seraphina," Gavin replied, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips. He took a step closer, invading her personal space. "You're looking as radiant as ever."

Seraphina's expression remained impassive as she instinctively took a step back, creating distance between them. "Save your flattery for someone who desires it," she retorted, her voice laced with a firmness that brooked no argument.

Gavin's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered, attempting to close the gap once more. "Come on, Sera. You can't deny the connection between us. We'd be unstoppable together," he urged, his voice tinged with a mixture of persistence and arrogance.

Seraphina's golden eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation crossing her features. She raised a hand, palm outstretched, and spoke with a measured tone. "Gavin, I've made it clear that I have no interest in pursuing a romantic relationship with you. I value our friendship, but that is where the line is drawn."

Her words hung in the air, a final declaration of her boundaries. Seraphina refused to be swayed by Gavin's advances, her focus steadfast on her responsibilities as Alpha and the challenges that awaited her. She turned away, her steps purposeful as she walked past him, brushing off his presence like an unwelcome breeze.

Gavin stood there, momentarily taken aback, his desire masked by a veneer of disappointment. Watching Seraphina's retreating form, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of frustration and admiration for her unwavering determination. Though his advances had been rebuffed once again, a small spark of hope remained within him, whispering of a possibility that one day she might see him in a different light.

And yet, Gavin's frustration with Seraphina continued to simmer, threatening to boil over as he watched her figure disappear into the distance. He couldn't shake off the feeling of being taken for granted, his efforts to support the pack and stand by her side seemingly going unnoticed. Irritation tinged his voice as he called out to her.

"Seraphina, wait," Gavin called out, his tone laced with annoyance. "You never seem to appreciate what I've done for this pack. I've gone above and beyond, even secured Hyland's assistance for our cause. And yet, you brush me off as if I'm nothing."

Seraphina paused in her tracks, her back still turned towards him. She exhaled a weary sigh, the weight of her responsibilities evident in her posture. Slowly, she turned to face him, her expression a mix of exhaustion and determination. But before she could respond, a rustling in the underbrush interrupted their conversation.

Both Gavin and Seraphina's attention shifted to the emerging figure. It was the beast Seraphina saw yesterday, accompanied by a group of fierce warriors, their wolf forms emanating power and strength. Gavin's annoyance momentarily subsided, replaced by a sense of urgency as he recognized the significance of the lycans' arrival.