—- away. “Isla?” Seraphina called out from inside. “Are you here for herbs too?” “Just passing by.” “Wait, we can leave together,” she called back to Damien. “I’ll be right out.” Ten minutes later, they came out together. “How are the ceremony preparations going?” Seraphina asked innocently. “I hear it’s going to be huge.” “The ceremony will proceed as planned,” Damien answered for me. “It’s just been delayed a bit.” I looked at them and said nothing.
“Tsla, I know you must be feeling hurt,” Seraphina said, stepping closer to me. “But I hope you don’t give up on Damien. You’re the one he truly loves.” Her voice was sincere, her eyes brimming with tears. “I don’t deserve such a good man. You’re his fated mate.” —- Onlookers on the street started to whisper. “That girl is so kind.” “She’s willing to suffer for someone else’s happiness. ” “Why does that Isla woman look so cold?” I turned and walked away. “Isla!” Seraphina called after me.
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“Please don’t misunderstand, I really don’t want to take him from you!” She ran up, trying to grab my arm. “I know you’re angry, but please, just give us a chance to explain-” “Let go of me,” I said, shaking her off. The moment my hand made contact, she didn’t just stumble. She threw herself sideways with a theatrical gasp, aiming directly for the ancient laurel tree. Laurel trees have a repulsive energy to weaker werewolves; she should have known that.
—- “Ah!” she screamed, slamming hard against the trunk before collapsing to the ground in a heap. “Seraphina!” Damien roared, rushing to her side. He saw her on the ground, then looked at my outstretched hand, and his eyes blazed with a fury I had never seen directed at me. “What the hell did you do?!” he roared, dropping to his knees beside her. “How could you attack a pregnant she-wolf?!” “I didn’t-” “Enough!” Damien cut me off.
“In front of all these people, you will apologize to Seraphina! Now!”
