登入The howls grew louder.
Closer.
Hungrier.
Seraphina's pulse thundered in her ears.
Outside the cabin, dozens of voices echoed through the darkness.
Not human voices.
Wolf voices.
Predators.
Hunters.
Monsters.
The injured woman gripped the blanket so tightly her knuckles turned white.
"They found me."
Fear filled her eyes.
Raw.
Absolute.
"They always find us."
Ronan immediately moved toward the window.
Carefully lifting the edge of the curtain.
His expression darkened.
"Damn it."
The other rogues were already on their feet.
Weapons drawn.
Ready.
The tension inside the cabin became suffocating.
Seraphina swallowed hard.
"Who are they?"
No one answered immediately.
It was Marek who finally spoke.
"The Shadow Pack isn't a real pack."
His voice was low.
Uneasy.
"They don't have laws."
"They don't have territories."
"They don't answer to Alphas."
A chill crawled down Seraphina's spine.
"What does that mean?"
Finn looked toward the door.
"It means they're killers."
The room fell silent.
The wind howled against the cabin walls.
Then—
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Every person inside froze.
The sound came from the front door.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Almost polite.
Another knock followed.
A smile spread across Ronan's face.
But there was no humor in it.
"That's not good."
The knocking stopped.
Then a male voice drifted through the storm.
"Ronan."
The rogues stiffened.
The voice continued.
"We know you're in there."
Seraphina's stomach dropped.
The stranger sounded calm.
Far too calm.
"We only want the girl."
The injured woman gasped.
"No..."
Ronan turned toward her.
"Who are you?"
The woman hesitated.
For several seconds she seemed to debate whether to tell the truth.
Then another voice sounded from outside.
This one colder.
Crueler.
"If you don't hand her over, we'll burn the cabin."
The threat sent fear rippling through the room.
Seraphina looked around.
The cabin was made entirely of old wood.
A fire would kill them all.
Especially her.
Especially her baby.
The injured woman suddenly burst into tears.
"They won't stop."
Her voice broke.
"They've been hunting me for weeks."
Seraphina knelt beside her.
"Why?"
The woman looked away.
"Because I stole something."
The room went silent.
Ronan cursed.
"What did you steal?"
The woman slowly reached beneath her torn shirt.
And pulled out a small silver pendant.
The moment it emerged, the cabin seemed to grow colder.
The pendant glowed faintly.
Almost alive.
Seraphina stared at it.
Something about it felt familiar.
Wrong.
Ancient.
The woman noticed her reaction.
"You can feel it too."
Seraphina nodded slowly.
"What is it?"
Before anyone could answer, the front door exploded inward.
Wood splintered across the room.
The storm rushed inside.
And standing in the doorway was a man dressed entirely in black.
His silver eyes glowed in the darkness.
Predatory.
Deadly.
Beautiful.
Terrifying.
Behind him stood nearly twenty wolves.
Every one of them armed.
Every one of them smiling.
The stranger's gaze swept across the room.
Then landed on the injured woman.
"There you are."
The woman shrank backward.
The man's smile widened.
Then his attention shifted.
Toward Seraphina.
For one brief moment, his expression changed.
Confusion.
Interest.
Recognition.
The stranger inhaled deeply.
His eyes narrowed.
"That's strange."
Seraphina's heart stopped.
She instinctively stepped back.
The man continued staring.
As though he could see straight through her.
Past her disguise.
Past her fear.
Past every secret she carried.
Then his gaze dropped.
To her stomach.
The smile vanished.
The entire room seemed to freeze.
"What are you doing here?" he asked softly.
The question wasn't directed at the injured woman.
It wasn't directed at Ronan.
It was directed at Seraphina.
And somehow, that terrified her more than the armed wolves surrounding the cabin.
Ronan stepped forward.
"You don't belong here, Cassius."
The stranger—Cassius—laughed.
The sound was cold.
Dangerous.
"I could say the same thing."
His silver eyes never left Seraphina.
Not once.
Not even for a second.
Then he spoke words that made her blood run cold.
"Because a pregnant wolf carrying royal blood should be inside a palace."
The cabin fell silent.
Seraphina stopped breathing.
Nobody knew.
Nobody was supposed to know.
Yet somehow...
This stranger did.
And judging by the smile spreading across his face—
He knew exactly who she was.
End of Chapter Four
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The wolves did not leave.By nightfall, they still circled the settlement.Watching.Waiting.Silent shadows moving between the trees.No attacks came.No growls.No signs of aggression.Yet somehow that made them even more terrifying.The entire settlement had gathered around the perimeter walls.
The silence inside the healer's hut stretched long after the guard lost consciousness.No one spoke.No one moved.Even the crackling fire seemed hesitant to break the tension that had settled over the room.Seraphina stared at the unconscious messenger."The heir is awake."The words echoed throug
The wind over the Rogue Lands never truly slept.It moved like something alive—restless, sharp, carrying whispers of everything that had been lost there. Broken oaths. Forgotten names. Blood that had soaked into the earth until even the soil seemed to remember pain.Seraphina stood at the edge of t







