Chapter 61 Obsession In Violet
SERAPHINA
“Who are you?” I smiled, cold and steady.
Those ssy pale eyes–once dull with the
e pretense of blindness<b>–</b>were now sharp. Focused. Alive. And trained on me like a predator who’d grown bored of the chase.
Then he smiled.
Slow, Sinister. Tasting of secrets long buried.
“Well, <b>well</b>, he said, stretching his limbs with a satisfied groan. “How long have you known?”
1 didn’t flinch.
Even as Ronan and Asher tore through the circling wolves, their movements sharper now, listening–aware. Ronan’s growls. deepened, and with every word I spoke, his attacks grew more brutal. More lethal.
I stared directly at the imposter. “<b>Since </b>you cursed.”
He raised a brow, amused.
“Finn doesn’t curse,” I said<b>, </b>voice <b>even</b>. “Not even when he wasered by Reed and Cassius the other day. He speaks softly. rarely raises his voice. His smile is gentle. And no matter how bad things get, he never <b>talks </b><b>about </b>killing. Even when he probably should.”
The imposter’s expression twitched bitterly <b>as </b>I continued.
“If you were going to deceive us by pretending to be <b>Finn</b>… you should’ve done your research better.”
I stepped forward, fury threading through every word. “<b>Finn </b>would never let me touch a scroll that blinded him. He would never <b>ask </b>me to take <b>that </b>risk. Never <b>push </b>me to dig something <b>that </b>felt wrong in my bones. <b>And </b>he would never-“I bared my teeth, “never agree to <b>killing </b>his friends. Not Ronan. Not Dante. Not Asher.”
He blinked slowly.
“<b>Huh</b>,” he muttered, the <b>fake </b>innocence peeling away from his features. “I must’ve overestimated how well I mimicked him.”
Then his voice dropped into something darker.
“No… I actually underestimated you.”
I didn’t blink. “Sure you did.”
My hear thudded in <b>my </b>ears. “<b>Now </b>tell me <b>where </b><b>Finn </b>is
His smile widened–mocking, malevolent.
“Fun” he repeated. <b>ulting </b>his head. “He’s gone.”
The world slowed
“E” I breathed, the word leaving me like <b>ash </b>Finn was dead?!
tou
“Yeah,” he said all to casually, then <b>suddenly </b>ripped his <b>shirt </b>off, revealing skin etched in silver runes that shimmeres like liquid moonlight
“And now be started bring elugated terib. 1 scad you to <b>bom</b>!”
fir lunged while my und was addled with the stuak of death
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Tipi ws shed through the air and I borly docked in tine. His Engers grazed my check, drawing blood,
Pran ferralce and fast that’s what stunned me
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It was him.
The idea the truth–that Finn was gone.
I stumbled back as he <b>came </b>at me again,nding a solid punch to my ribs. My vision swam. The breath left my lungs in a sharp gasp<b>. </b>
I hit the ground <b>hard</b>, causing Ronan’s wolf to look at <b>him</b>, his Violet eyes full <b>of </b>fury.
A scream tore from my throat–but I bit it back. Or <b>Ronan </b>mighte. <b>And </b>if he did our n could be ruined. He and Asher had killed almost all the wolves and <b>only </b>a handful were left. The n could not change <b>before </b>all of them were killed. Or all three of us would die.
“Come on<b>.</b><b>” </b>he taunted, circling me like a vulture. “Is that it? Is that how <b>weak </b>your grief makes you?”
My fingers dug into the dirt.
Another blow. I twisted just enough for it to clip my shoulder instead of my neck.
He was fast. But sloppy. Arrogant.
I rolled, came up on one knee. heart pounding.
“Still crying over <b>your </b>dead friend?” he sneered, circling like a showman in the arena. “I could let you go, you know. Let you walk away alive–if you just dig. But you fucking <b>had </b>to use your brain. Now all of you will die just like Finn.”
His eyes gleamed with mockery,
The mention of <b>Finn’s </b>death crushed my grief and it turned <b>into </b>fury. I pushed to my feet, wiping the blood from my chin.
‘Something isn’t right, Phina sensed.
‘I know.”
His fighting skill was too graceful, grounded and calcted.
This man fought like a beast <b>with </b>stolen limbs. Wild. Improvised. Detached. Just like Finn.
And he hadn’t shifted.
“Why hasn’t he shifted into his wolf yet? Something is fishy!‘ <b>Phina </b>growled.
<b>Another </b>swipe came, and I ducked, this time twisting beneath his arm andnding a punch into his side. But just as 1 about to attack his chest <b>and </b>silence him forever with my <b>final </b>attack, something on his lower belly caught my eye.
I immediately changed my attack <b>from </b><b>his </b>chest to shoulder.
He grunted–more annoyed than hurt. “<b>You </b>motherfucker..”
“Hey you, I cut him off with <b>blood </b>in my eyes. “You <b>have </b>taken over Finn’s mind right?”
His face losi its color: “What the
<b>Wis </b>
“Einn is not dead. I growled and pointed at the <b>small</b>, reddish <b>mark </b>on his lower belly. “Finn has that <b>birthmark </b>and that’s his Body that you have taken <b>over</b>, right?”
He clenched his jam and red at me. “Finn is dead,” he growled.
“He alive.” I growled back
“AS LONG AS TAM ALIVE HE IS DEAD he roared like an insane beast and charged at me with a deadly attack
1 bed him with all of <b>any </b>strengths, our faces drew close as he tried to stab his ws <b>into </b>my chest. “Final” I groaned, looking deeper into his eyes I know you can <b>lear </b>que
He pred evilly. He is dead
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My blood boiled and I screamed, “FINN!!!”
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The next thing I knew it was as if he was struck <b>by </b>lightning, his white eyes shook <b>and </b>Finn’s real eyes surfaced.
“AHHH… shouting, <b>he </b>pulled away from me and staggered back clutching his head. “<b>What </b>the fuckkkkk!!” he yelled, as if fighting to himself.
I breathed hard watching him. But after a couple of seconds he stopped yelling. His hands dropped and he slowly lifted his eyes and once again it <b>was </b><b>white</b>.
Telenched my fists <b>on </b>my side. <b>Again </b>white eyes<b>! </b>
He chuckled and looked at me with a bloodlust, “I did not expect him to return to life because of you” he <b>took </b><b>a </b>step closer to me. Who the hell are you to him, huh?” a twisted smile appeared on his lips. “Even though I have taken <b>over </b>this body, this guy’s <b>heart </b>beat in the chest as if it would burst inside whenever he sees you. Are you sure you are friends or…” he grinned,
I gasped at his words at the unexpected <b>remark </b>from him. <b>Finn’s </b>heart act that way for me? But we were just friends. The imposter <b>had </b>to be lying. I decided to brush it off but unknown to me the ck wolf listening in the background <b>was </b>anything but calm.
From the <b>beginning </b>I had suspicions as to why I <b>found </b>your small butt fucking attractive. But <be </b>to think <b>of </b>it, I don’t have my own thoughts yet in this body so these thoughts <b>and </b>feelings actually belong to this body” he murmured, walking closer to me <b>as </b><b>he </b>grinned widely, “You have spread your ass for this guy, right?”
Something inside me stilled with <b>shock </b>and horror.
And then suddenly he <b>charged </b><b>at </b>me.
Too fast. Too close. His ws aimed for my throat.
There wasn’t time to <b>dodge</b>. No breath to scream.
But then-
A blur of ck.
<b>A </b><b>strong </b>arm <b>wrapped </b><b>around </b>my waist, <b>yanking </b>me back just as a second <b>arm </b>blocked the imposter’s strike–his bloody ws mming into muscle while being deflected like a child’s p.
A brutal growl split the air.
Then a kick–so hard <b>and </b><b>sharp </b>it cracked bone–sent the imposter flying across the clearing, <b>crashing </b>into the cursed trees <b>with </b>a sickening crunch.
I gasped, my breath stolen.
My eyes shot up to the one who held me.
Roman
His violei eyes were lit with fury. Blood clung to <b>his </b>skin like war <b>paint</b>. His chest <b>heaved</b>, nostrils ring, muscles taut from the light.
But <bs </b>grip on me was firm. Protective. Like he could hold back the whole world with one arm it u meant keeping me <b>safe</b>.
“Why did <b>you </b>shift!” I whispered “Our n…”
“Now the as no n,” he growded, lus voice rough and vibrating with fury
He nced down at me, and what I saw to his eyes stole the heath from my lungs
Hath
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