Serena Blythewood

Sera Hudson, last heir of the fallen House Hudson, infiltrates the heart of Fenris Keep disguised as a battlefield physician, bent on avenging her family’s massacre by killing Cain Elvis—the legendary “Crimson Moon Blade” Alpha. When her poisoned scalpel fails, she becomes Cain’s reluctant prisoner and is bound to him by the forbidden Vow-Blood Rite, forging a psychic link that shares every wound, memory, and heartbeat. Forced into his war council as a strategist, Sera discovers the price of vengeance is far deeper than she ever imagined.

As they plan battles against human fortresses and survive ambushes, Sera senses hidden truths in Cain’s scars and haunted past. Torn between the Assassin League’s demands and her growing empathy for the Alpha she vowed to kill, she uncovers a century-old conspiracy: her own father and the human king orchestrated her people’s slaughter. Branded a traitor, Sera risks everything to expose the lie beneath the war.

Their flight as fugitives leads them to the Wolf Council, where betrayal erupts into violence. In a final gambit at Dawn Gorge, Sera detonates an inferno that shatters the League’s power—and nearly destroys the psychic bond that saved them both. Five years later, as the “White Raven” envoy, Sera returns to Fenris, her scar a testament to sacrifice and hope. Reunited under a blooming moonlily garden, she and Cain renew their oath—no longer bound by blood, but by a shared promise to heal two nations that once bled for lies.

Vow of the Blood-Moon

Dawn’s gray light filtered through the narrow arrow-slits of the secret passage beneath the human capital. Sera Hudson crept forward, dagger in one hand, blood-bond scar throbbing at her palm. The cell’s iron-bound door loomed ahead—marked with a wax seal of King Alder’s signet and the words “No Entry Without Royal Warrant” carved in stone.


“You’re certain of this?” hissed her contact, a wiry courier named Elena, perched on a broken crate.


Sera nodded, voice low. “Once I confirm the ledger, I’ll know who truly butchered House Hudson.” She pressed a finger to the wound on her forearm—a souvenir from Ironridge—and winced. “Cain’s guards patrol the keep tonight. If they learn I’m here….”


Elena’s dark eyes flickered. “The Assassin League warned we’ll be branded traitors. But they don’t know you’re bound to the Alpha.” She slipped aside as Sera drew out a stolen key forged in the League’s forges.


Chapter 11 – Archives of Lies