Forbidden Fate of the Pampered Werewolf Heir

There was something about her—the way her eyes glowed faintly and how she moved with a quiet grace, as if she was in tune with something we couldn't understand.

I wasn't expecting her. In fact, I wasn't sure any of us were ready for what she might say. Serena was a seer, someone who claimed to see things others couldn't. Her warnings were never simple, and her words always carried weight.

She walked into the meeting room, her gaze sweeping over everyone there. It felt like she could see through us, not just into us. I caught her eyes for a second, and a shiver ran through me. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

"Serena," Thorne said, breaking the silence, his voice colder than usual. "What brings you here?"

Serena didn't answer right away. Instead, she took a slow breath and looked around at all of us. Her eyes lingered on Elliot, who sat quietly, unaware of the danger his existence might be stirring up. Finally, Serena spoke in a soft but serious tone, "I've come to warn you," she began, her voice carrying an eerie weight. "Elliot's resurrections are causing a disruption. The balance of life and death is being disturbed. There's a curse that's been sleeping for centuries, but it's waking up. And it could destroy everything."

There was a heavy pause. The air felt thick, like the kind of silence that comes just before a storm. I could feel my heart race, but I didn't let it show. I didn't want to be the one who panicked, but her words were enough to shake anyone. A curse? The natural order disturbed?

Thorne's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by 'curse'?" he asked, his voice sharp.

Serena's gaze shifted to me for a brief moment, and I saw something flicker in her eyes. "There's something tied to Elliot's return. Every time he comes back, the barrier between the living and the dead weakens. It's dangerous. You're playing with forces that are beyond your control."

My chest tightened. I had already been through so much to protect Elliot. The thought of something beyond my control threatening him was too much to bear. I wasn't about to listen to some vague warning from a stranger, no matter how much weight her words seemed to carry.

"I don't care about curses or whatever else you think you know," I snapped, trying to steady my breathing. "Elliot's return is the result of something else. I'm going to protect him, no matter what."

Serena didn't react to my harsh words. She simply stood there, quiet for a moment, before she continued, "The curse is already beginning to stir. The more he's brought back, the worse it will get. The world will pay the price."

"I won't let that happen," Thorne said, his voice as cold as ever. "If there's a curse, we'll deal with it."

Serena didn't seem convinced. She sighed softly, as if she was already seeing the outcome of this encounter in her mind. Then, without warning, she turned to leave. But before she walked out the door, she added, "I've said what I needed to say. You have been warned. But know this—the curse is real. And it's already beginning."

The room fell silent after she left. Her words hung in the air like a dark cloud, heavy and suffocating. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was coming, something we weren't prepared for. But I wasn't about to let fear control me. I had to stay strong—for Elliot, for the pack.

But even I couldn't deny that her warning planted a seed of doubt in my mind.

Later that night, I couldn't sit still. I paced back and forth in the pack house, my mind tangled in Serena's words. A curse. A disruption of the natural order. I couldn't shake the unease creeping up my spine. But I wasn't going to let it get to me—not yet. I had enough on my plate already. Elliot's safety. The pack's future. Too many things to handle, and worrying about some ancient curse wasn't going to help anyone.

That's when Caleb approached. He'd been quieter lately, spending more time with Thorne. It wasn't like Caleb to just disappear into someone else's shadow, especially Thorne's. Caleb had always been unpredictable, his own person. But now, it felt like he was slipping further into Thorne's orbit, and I didn't like it. Not one bit. We had bigger problems right now—Elliot's resurrections, the danger surrounding them—and I couldn't afford to have anyone distracted. Not Caleb, not anyone.

"Hey," I said, stopping as he neared. "We need to talk."

Caleb stopped, his face unreadable. He was always good at keeping his emotions hidden, but tonight it felt like there was something more there, something I couldn't quite place. "About what?" he asked, his tone flat.

"You've been spending a lot of time with Thorne lately," I said, my voice serious. "Are you sure you know what you're getting into?"

Caleb's eyebrow quivered, and his gaze flickered to something in the distance before meeting mine again. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," I said, my voice steady and firm, "Thorne will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. He doesn't care who gets hurt along the way. If you're not careful, he'll use you to get to Elliot."

For a split second, Caleb's face softened, like something had clicked inside his head. But just as quickly, his expression hardened again. He shook his head slightly. "You don't know what you're talking about, Asher."

I wasn't backing down. Not this time. "I'm telling you this for your own good. If you keep getting too close to him, you're going to end up in over your head. And when that happens, Elliot will be the one to pay the price."

Caleb stared at me, his eyes locked onto mine like he was trying to figure out whether I was serious or just overreacting. I could see the wheels turning in his mind, weighing my words against whatever Thorne had been telling him. Then, with a long sigh, he turned away and started walking off.

"I'll figure it out," he said, his voice distant, like he didn't want to deal with this right now. "Thanks for the warning."

I watched him walk away, frustration settling in my chest. Had I just pushed him further away? Maybe. But I wasn't going to give up on him. Caleb was too important. I needed him on our side. I needed him to understand that Thorne's manipulations would cost more than he realized.

Being alone in my room, I tried to clear my head, but Serena's warning kept playing over and over in my mind. A curse. A disruption of life and death. If what she said was true, then we were all in danger. But there was something else, something darker. If Thorne's obsession with power kept growing, it wouldn't just be the curse we had to worry about. We'd all fall.

But there was one thing I knew for sure. No matter what happened, no matter how bad things got, I wouldn't let Elliot get hurt. I would protect him. I would do whatever it took to keep him safe, even if that meant standing against everything else. No curse, no power struggle, no one was going to take him from me.

Meanwhile, Serena sat alone in the dark, the only light coming from a flickering candle beside her. She stared at a small crystal ball, her eyes fixed on the mist swirling inside it. But she wasn't looking for answers about Elliot or the pack. Her thoughts were far from them. Right now, it was personal.

She had come to warn the Draven family, yes, but that wasn't the only reason. There was something much deeper behind her visit. Serena had a long-held grudge against the Dravens—a grudge that had been building for years. And now, she was ready to make them pay.

Her lips curled into a cold smile as she thought about the past. The curse wasn't just about Elliot's resurrections—it was about revenge. The Dravens had wronged her, and now it was time for them to face the consequences. They didn't know what they had done to her, but she was going to make sure they felt it.

Serena's fingers clenched around the crystal ball, her thoughts sharpening with every passing second. She remembered when she had been part of their world—trusted and respected. But things had changed. She had been betrayed, pushed aside, and abandoned. The scars from that time still stung deep inside her. The anger never went away. Now, years later, she was finally ready to strike back.

Her smile grew colder as she whispered to herself, "You thought you could get rid of me. You thought I'd fade away." She paused, her voice low and filled with venom. "But you're wrong. You'll all pay for what you did to me. Starting with Elliot."

The crystal ball moved in her hands, and images of Thorne and Asher appeared in the mist. Thorne, with his power and ambition, and Asher, strong but with doubt in his eyes. They thought they could control everything, but Serena knew better. She had been underestimated, and that was their mistake.

Standing up, Serena moved over to a wooden chest in the corner of the room. Inside, she kept things from the past—objects filled with dark magic. These were the tools she needed to bring down the Dravens. She wasn't just going to use magic she didn't understand. She had spent years learning how to control it, and now she would use it to destroy them.

As she picked up the items, Serena spoke softly to herself. "This is just the beginning. The Draven family is going to fall, and I'll be the one to bring it down."

The smile on her face was full of cold satisfaction. She had waited a long time for this moment, and now it was finally here. The Dravens wouldn't see it coming. And by the time they realized what was happening, it would be too late.

Her grip tightened on the crystal ball, whispering, "This is just the beginning of it all, the worst is yet to come".