NovelEnglish48 Chapter 48
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Seraphina’s POV 1
Consciousness returned slowly, like surfacing from deep water. The first thing | becaware of was warmth-the
steady heat of someone’s hand wrapped around mine, anchoringto the world of the living. Then cthe
scent. Sandalwood and masculine power that immediately toldexactly who was sitting beside my bed.
| opened my eyes to find myself in what appeared to be a private medical room, all white walls and gleaming
equipment that hummed
softly in the background. Damien was slumped in a chair pulled close to my bedside, his expensive shirt wrinkled
and his dark hair
disheveled as if he'd been running his hands through it repeatedly. His blue eyes, when they met mine, were
filled with relief so intense it
took my breath away.
“Hey,” he said softly, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of my hand. “How are you feeling?”
“Like | got hit by a truck,” | admitted, my voice coming out as barely more than a rasp. “But alive.” | tried to sit
up, wincing as various
muscles protested the movement. “How long was | out?”
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“Six hours.” Damien's grip on my hand tightened slightly, as if he was afraid | might disappear if he let go. “The
doctors wanted to run every test imaginable, but your vitals were stable, so we decided to let you sleep it off
naturally.”
“Lucas,” | said urgently, trying to push myself further upright. “Is he okay? And Ben Thompson? The others who
were wounded?”
“They're all fine,” Damien assuredquickly. “Better than fine, actually. Every single warrior you touched is
back on active duty with
nothing but faint scars to show for injuries that should have taken weeks to heal.” His expression grew
thoughtful, almost reverent. “Sera,
what you did today... I've never seen anything like it. None of us have.”
“I had the strangest dream,” | said, settling back against the pillows as exhaustion still pulled at the edges of my
consciousness. “Or
maybe it wasn’t a dream. | don’t really know anymore.”
Damien leaned forward, his full attention focused onwith laser intensity. “Tell me.””
So | did. | told him about the impossible meadow with its silver grass and star-touched river, about the figure in
robes of moonlight who
had revealed truths I'd never imagined. | watched his expression grow more serious with each detail.
“She toldabout my real parents,” | continued, my voice growing stronger as the memories crystallized.
“They weren't just any wolves, Damien. They were the Alpha and Luna of the Northern Ridge Pack. And they
didn’t die in saccident-they were murdered.”
The pack was betrayed,” | continued, tears beginning to spill down my cheeks as the Moon Goddess’s
revelations played out in my mind. “Someone they trusted led rogues right to their territory. My parents died
fighting to protect their people, to protect me. And I... | was the only survivor”
Damien was completely still, his face carved from granite as he absorbed what | was telling him.
“The Northern Ridge Pack” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I remember when that happened.
The entire werewolf community was shocked by the brutality of it. An entire pack, wiped out overnight.” His blue
eyes met mine, and | could see pain flickering in their depths. “I was seventeen when the news reached our
territory. My father said it was the worst massacre he'd ever
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“You knew them?”
“My father knew your father.” Damien’s grip on my hand tightened. “If you're his daughter, Sera, then you're not
just any omega. You're
alpha-born.”
The words sent a shiver down my spine. “The Moon Goddess said something similar. But | don’t feel strong,
Damien. | feel completely
lost.”
“That's understandable,” he said gently. “Having your entire understanding of yourself turned upside down
would shake anyone.” He
paused, studying my face. “But it explains a lot. What else did she tell you?”
“That I'm supposed to seek justice for what happened. That | have the power to ‘heal more than just wounds.”” |
looked at him
desperately. “But Damien, | don’t know how to do any of that. | can barely control these healing abilities, and |
have Adrian to think
about.”
“Sera,” Damien said, his voice carrying a note of something | couldn’t quite identify. “What you learned today
about your parents, about
the betrayal that led to their deaths... it’s stirred up memories I'd tried to put to rest.”
Something in his tone madelook at him more carefully. There was a tension in his shoulders that hadn't been
there before, a shadow
in his eyes that spoke of old pain being reopened.
“What kind of memories?”
Damien was quiet for a long moment, his eyes fixed on our joined hands as if they held answers to questions
he'd never dared ask. When
he finally looked up, the pain in his blue eyes was devastating.
“My parents were murdered too.”
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