CHAPTER 2: THE FIRST MOVE
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Seraphine's POV
That same night, just past midnight, I was at the neutral park.
Not because I had a plan. Because staying in that room after what I heard in the corridor would have driven me out of my mind. I needed space. I needed air. I needed to think without the walls of the servants' quarters pressing in on every side.
The park was empty at that hour. Or it looked empty. I had learned quickly that looking empty and being empty were two very different things out here.
I sat on the fallen oak near the center clearing and turned everything over in my head. Rosita knew I was in Stoneclaw. That meant my cover as a grieving Luna hiding her humiliation was already thinner than I had counted on. I had two months of work mapped out in my head, names, contacts, movement patterns, the careful web Amara had started building before she died. Two months of telling myself I had time to do this right.
Amara had thought she had time too.
I pressed my hand against my stomach without thinking and then pulled it back when I realized what I was doing.
That was the other thing. The thing I had been filing under later for two weeks now. I had taken the test four days before Xander threw me out, alone in the bathroom with the door locked, staring at the result with my heart doing something I could not name. A baby. Ryder Graymane's baby. Growing inside me while I was trying to survive a pack that already hated me and track a woman who had just announced she knew I was here.
Later, I told myself again. Deal with it later.
But sitting on that log in the dark with one hand resting over my stomach, later felt very far away. The truth of it was already changing things I could not ignore. The exhaustion that hit me in waves. The way certain smells made the world tilt. The fact that I could not push my body the way I used to without paying for it afterward. I was not just carrying a secret. I was carrying a life. And that life had its own timeline that did not care about mine.
A branch snapped somewhere to my left.
I was on my feet before the sound finished, weight dropped, hands ready. Three years of training from my father and two years of pretending I had none of it came back to me at exactly the same time.
He stepped out of the tree line like he had been standing there long enough that moving was simply the next natural thing.
Tall. Dark clothes. Black hair still damp at the edges like he had been out in the mist long before I arrived. And those eyes, green and steady and already looking at me like he had been expecting exactly this.
Ryder Graymane.
I had seen him twice from a distance during my weeks of watching the park boundaries. Up close was different. Up close the air between us did something I was not prepared for, a pull, low and insistent, like something in my chest recognizing something in him before I had a chance to stop it.
I did not move back. I did not move forward. I held my ground and waited.
"You are a long way from the Stoneclaw gate," he said. His voice was quiet. The kind of quiet that does not need volume because it already has your full attention.
"This is neutral territory."
"It is." He looked at me for a moment. Not threatening. Assessing. "Which makes me wonder why a Stoneclaw Luna is standing in it alone at midnight looking like she is about to fight someone."
"Former Luna."
Something shifted in his expression. Barely visible. "Xander."
It was not a question. I did not answer it.
He took one slow step closer and stopped. Close enough now that I could see the faint scar along his jaw. Close enough that the pull between us sharpened into something I actively had to ignore. "You have been watching this park for weeks. I have been watching you watch it."
My jaw tightened. "Then you already know I am not a threat to your territory."
"I know you are not rogue." His eyes moved across my face. Slow and thorough. "What you are is something else entirely."
"Someone who would like to be left alone."
"And yet you came back here every night." The corner of his mouth moved. Not quite a smile. Something more careful than that. "Almost like you were hoping to run into someone."
Heat moved up the back of my neck. "Do not flatter yourself."
He actually smiled at that. Small. Real. Gone in a second. "Go home, Seraphine. Wherever that is for you right now. This park is not safe after dark."
"I can handle myself."
"I know." He held my gaze for one more beat. "That is exactly what worries me."
He turned and walked back into the tree line without another word. I stood in the clearing and listened to the silence after him and told myself the pull in my chest was just adrenaline. Just the midnight air. Just my body being dramatic after the worst day of my life.
Nyx said nothing. She did not need to.
I walked back to Stoneclaw with my hands shoved in my pockets and Rosita's name running circles in my head alongside everything else I could not put down.
I had come here to destroy one woman.
I had not accounted for what it would feel like to have Ryder Graymane look at me like I was the most interesting problem he had encountered in a very long time.
I was three steps from the side gate when I smelled it.
Blood. Fresh. Coming from inside the eastern courtyard.
I pushed through the gate and stopped.
One of Xander's warriors was on the ground. Not moving. And standing beside him, already upright by the time I registered what I was seeing, was a woman I recognized from Amara's files.
Rosita Hayden looked at me across the courtyard with absolutely no surprise on her face.
"Seraphine," she said pleasantly. "I was hoping we would get a chance to talk."
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