Episode 15
Seraphina’s POV
Why didn’t he fight back?!
I rushed forward, grabbing the baton out of the supervisor’s hand. My voice was sharp and unwavering. “STOP!”
The supervisor turned to me, his lips curling into a sneer. “Luna Seraphina—oh wait, you’re not Luna anymore. What gives you the right to interfere in Crimson Hollow Pack’s business?”
“Trent is from Emerald Howl Pack!” I shot back, my voice trembling with rage.
“But he’s on Crimson Hollow Pack land and under my watch!” the supervisor spat, his expression twisted with malice. “So, you’d better back off and stay out of this!”
He lunged forward, his boot aiming for me, probably thinking I was too weak to defend myself.
But my brother is a Gamma!
I was trained in combat from a young age, taught to fight side by side with warriors on the battlefield. I wasn’t going to let this scumbag lay a hand on me.
I dodged effortlessly, pivoting on my heel, and drove my elbow hard into his face. The satisfying crack of bone echoed through the air as he screamed, blood and teeth spraying everywhere.
“Nice move, Seraphina!” Trent called out, his voice laced with a mixture of pride and surprise.
The supervisor crumpled to the ground, clutching his shattered face, his eyes wide with terror. “H-how dare you!” he mumbled, his voice barely coherent.
I glared down at him, my chest heaving with fury. “You started this!”
He shakily pulled a phone from his pocket, his thumb trembling as he tried to unlock the screen. “J-just wait! I’m calling this in! Once Alpha Damon hears about this, you’re done!”
Panic flared in me. I was about to grab the phone when the sound of rapid footsteps approached from behind.
A tall figure strode past me, his boots thudding heavily against the ground. Without hesitation, he stomped on the supervisor’s wrist, pinning it to the dirt. The phone shattered under the weight of his boot.
“I hate tattletales,” Caden sneered, his voice as cold as steel.
The supervisor let out a blood-curdling scream, his wrist bending at an unnatural angle under Caden’s unrelenting pressure.
“You didn’t leave?” I asked, my voice shaky with surprise.
“I came to take you back to the packhouse,” Caden replied casually, not taking his piercing green eyes off the trembling supervisor. “But then…” He gestured down at the man with a look of disdain. “I saw this.”
With a swift motion, Caden kicked the supervisor onto his back, looming over him like a predator about to strike. His voice dropped to a chilling tone. “Do you know who I am?”
The supervisor, drenched in sweat, nodded frantically, his face pale with fear.
“You won’t tell anyone about this,” Caden continued, his words like ice daggers. “If you do, I don’t care which pack you belong to—you’re dead meat.”
The supervisor scrambled to his feet, clutching his broken wrist as he stumbled away, his cowardly retreat almost pitiful to watch.
Trent approached me, clapping a grimy hand on my shoulder. “Well done, Seraphina! Looks like you haven’t forgotten the combat techniques Gamma Eason drilled into you!”
“How could I forget?” I replied with a faint smile, though my mind was still spinning. “But enough about me. What are you doing here? What happened to you?”
Trent’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening. “I thought you were in on it with them,” he admitted, his voice tinged with bitterness. “But it looks like you really didn’t know.”
“Them? What didn’t I know?” My voice was barely above a whisper, dread clawing at my chest.
“All of this was your dear husband Alpha Damon’s orders,” Trent snarled. “Not long after I joined the army, he found some bullshit excuse to demote me from captain and then sent me here to haul garbage. Every soldier from Emerald Howl Pack got the same treatment—given the dirtiest, most degrading jobs.”
Anger and disbelief coursed through me like wildfire. These soldiers were the pride of Emerald Howl Pack, elite warriors trained to protect and serve. How could Damon stoop so low?
Trent pulled down his collar, revealing a thick, metallic band secured around his neck. The sight of it made my stomach churn.
“Damon said everyone from that ‘shithole Emerald Howl Pack’ was a potential criminal, unfit for important positions,” Trent continued, his voice laced with venom. “And to ‘prevent us from committing crimes,’ he made us wear these.”
It was a shock collar—designed to suppress a werewolf’s ability to shift.
Fury exploded within me, my nails digging into my palms. “How dare they!” I hissed through clenched teeth.
