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

The amphitheater glowed under the blood-red moon, draped in tapestry and torchlight. Noble banners snapped in the night breeze as diplomats from human realms and wolf packs alike gathered at long banquet tables heaped with roasted boar, spiced rootcakes, and flagons of honey-wine. Minstrels wove a lilting dirge through violin strings, broken now and then by laughter and the clink of goblets.


Sera Hudson moved through the feast—invisible under her healer’s guise, silver-thread bindings hidden beneath flowing sleeves. Her heart drummed with purpose. In her satchel lay a small vial of dreamshade extract, a toxin invisible to wolf senses yet lethal if dosed too heavily. Tonight, she would slip it into Cain’s goblet, ending the warlord’s life—and avenging her fallen kin.


A young attendant approached, curtsying. “Physician, my lord requests a word in the feast hall.”


She inclined her head. “Thank you.”


Chapter 8 – Poisoned Peace