Chapter 68

Seraphine’s POV

Dorian’s words cut through every lingering doubt and confirmed my darkest suspicion: Maeve had been taken by the Tenebris Pack. In that moment, everything snapped into focus. I raised my violet eyes to the Blood Moon blazing in the blood-red sky. It couldn’t be coincidence. She was the one. The Alpha’s mate was the very child we’d been desperate to find—Fiona’s daughter.

I’d felt it the instant I first saw her at her coronation, an unshakable intuition stirring in my veins. And again, when Draven had spiraled into that violent, demon-fueled rampage, a surge of power had swept through the pack—an energy so familiar, so potent, that it could only belong to her. It matched, note for note, the force I sensed the night she retrieved the phoenix stone, and again this evening.

The prophecies carved into the crystal stones had named her: Maeve Verrin, the White Wolf. She had been spirited away from our Pack by Draven’s father, dispatched by the Eclip