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 blindnessb–/bwere 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, bwell/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. “bSince /byou cursed.”

He raised a brow, amused.

“Finn doesn’t curse,” I saidb, /bvoice beven/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 btalks /bbabout /bkilling. Even when he probably should.”

The imposter’s expression twitched bitterly bas /bI continued.

“If you were going to deceive us by pretending to be bFinn/b… you should’ve done your research better.”

I stepped forward, fury threading through every word. “bFinn /bwould never let me touch a scroll that blinded him. He would never bask /bme to take bthat /brisk. Never bpush /bme to dig something bthat /bfelt wrong in my bones. bAnd /bhe would never-“I bared my teeth, “never agree to bkilling /bhis friends. Not Ronan. Not Dante. Not Asher.”

He blinked slowly.

“bHuh/b,” he muttered, the bfake /binnocence 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 bmy /bears. “bNow /btell me bwhere /bbFinn /bis

His smile widened–mocking, malevolent.

“Fun” he repeated. bulting /bhis head. “He’s gone.”

The world slowed

“E” I breathed, the word leaving me like bash /bFinn was dead?!

tou

“Yeah,” he said all to casually, then bsuddenly /bripped his bshirt /boff, revealing skin etched in silver runes that shimmeres like liquid moonlight

“And now be started bring elugated terib. 1 scad you to bbom/b!”

fir lunged while my und was addled with the stuak of death

his

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 bcame /bat me again,nding a solid punch to my ribs. My vision swam. The breath left my lungs in a sharp gaspb. /b

I hit the ground bhard/b, causing Ronan’s wolf to look at bhim/b, his Violet eyes full bof /bfury.

A scream tore from my throat–but I bit it back. Or bRonan /bmighte. bAnd /bif he did our n could be ruined. He and Asher had killed almost all the wolves and bonly /ba handful were left. The n could not change bbefore /ball of them were killed. Or all three of us would die.

“Come onb./bb” /bhe taunted, circling me like a vulture. “Is that it? Is that how bweak /byour 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 byour /bdead 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 bhad /bto use your brain. Now all of you will die just like Finn.”

His eyes gleamed with mockery,

The mention of bFinn’s /bdeath crushed my grief and it turned binto /bfury. 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 bwith /bstolen limbs. Wild. Improvised. Detached. Just like Finn.

And he hadn’t shifted.

“Why hasn’t he shifted into his wolf yet? Something is fishy!‘ bPhina /bgrowled.

bAnother /bswipe 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 band /bsilence him forever with my bfinal /battack, something on his lower belly caught my eye.

I immediately changed my attack bfrom /bbhis /bchest to shoulder.

He grunted–more annoyed than hurt. “bYou /bmotherfucker..”

“Hey you, I cut him off with bblood /bin my eyes. “You bhave /btaken over Finn’s mind right?”

His face losi its color: “What the

bWis /b

“Einn is not dead. I growled and pointed at the bsmall/b, reddish bmark /bon his lower belly. “Finn has that bbirthmark /band that’s his Body that you have taken bover/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 bany /bstrengths, our faces drew close as he tried to stab his ws binto /bmy chest. “Final” I groaned, looking deeper into his eyes I know you can blear /bque

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 bby /blightning, his white eyes shook band /bFinn’s real eyes surfaced.

“AHHH… shouting, bhe /bpulled away from me and staggered back clutching his head. “bWhat /bthe 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 bwas /bbwhite/b.

Telenched my fists bon /bmy side. bAgain /bwhite eyesb! /b

He chuckled and looked at me with a bloodlust, “I did not expect him to return to life because of you” he btook /bba /bstep closer to me. Who the hell are you to him, huh?” a twisted smile appeared on his lips. “Even though I have taken bover /bthis body, this guy’s bheart /bbeat 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 bremark /bfrom him. bFinn’s /bheart act that way for me? But we were just friends. The imposter bhad /bto be lying. I decided to brush it off but unknown to me the ck wolf listening in the background bwas /banything but calm.

From the bbeginning /bI had suspicions as to why I bfound /byour small butt fucking attractive. But be /bto think bof /bit, I don’t have my own thoughts yet in this body so these thoughts band /bfeelings actually belong to this body” he murmured, walking closer to me bas /bbhe /bgrinned widely, “You have spread your ass for this guy, right?”

Something inside me stilled with bshock /band horror.

And then suddenly he bcharged /bbat /bme.

Too fast. Too close. His ws aimed for my throat.

There wasn’t time to bdodge/b. No breath to scream.

But then-

A blur of ck.

bA /bbstrong /barm bwrapped /bbaround /bmy waist, byanking /bme back just as a second barm /bblocked 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 band /bbsharp /bit cracked bone–sent the imposter flying across the clearing, bcrashing /binto the cursed trees bwith /ba 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 bhis /bskin like war bpaint/b. His chest bheaved/b, nostrils ring, muscles taut from the light.

But bs /bgrip on me was firm. Protective. Like he could hold back the whole world with one arm it u meant keeping me bsafe/b.

“Why did byou /bshift!” 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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