His Rejected Luna is a Secret Heir

Chapter 6 – Ghosts of the Past

Aurora stood at the edge of the village, looking out toward the silent forest. The air was thick with the scent of pine and frost, but her thoughts were far from peaceful. Selene’s words echoed in her mind:

“You just crossed a line, child.”

And she had. Forming an alliance with humans? That was more than forbidden—it was sacrilege in the eyes of most werewolves. But Aurora didn’t care about rules written by those who had watched her bloodline burn.

She cared about survival.

And vengeance.

Jax walked up beside her, arms folded. “You really trust them? Those humans?”

“I trust that they hate the Alphas as much as I do,” Aurora said simply. “That’s enough for now.”

Jax studied her for a moment. “You’re different. Harder.”

Aurora met his gaze. “I have to be.”

He nodded slowly, then pointed toward the center of the village. “Selene’s waiting. She says it’s time you knew the truth.”

The seer’s hut was dimly lit, the air heavy with incense and old magic. Selene stood over a stone basin filled with silver water. Her long white hair shimmered like starlight as she turned to Aurora.

“You’ve unlocked your wolf’s power,” she said softly. “But your past is still hidden behind veils. To rise as Nightbane… you must first understand the fall.”

Aurora stepped forward. “Show me.”

Selene motioned toward the water. “Touch it.”

Aurora reached out, dipping her fingers into the basin.

The world shifted.

She stood on a battlefield soaked in moonlight and blood. Great wolves clashed in the distance—shimmering coats streaked with crimson. At the center stood a tall, dark-haired man cloaked in royal black and silver—her grandfather, King Alaric Nightbane.

And beside him, a golden-eyed woman wielding fire and steel. A human.

“They fought together,” Aurora whispered. “Just like Gregory said.”

Selene’s voice echoed beside her. “Your grandmother was a human warrior—chosen by the moon, bonded to Alaric. Their love was powerful, but forbidden.”

Aurora watched as other Alphas gathered around, snarling in fury.

“They feared the strength of the Nightbane. Feared a union between human and wolf would shift the balance.”

A shadowed figure stepped forward—another Alpha, tall and broad, with storm-gray eyes that felt hauntingly familiar.

“Lucien’s father,” Aurora said, her blood running cold.

“Yes,” Selene confirmed. “It was he who betrayed the Nightbane—rallying the packs under lies and fear. They attacked during the Blood Eclipse. Slaughtered your family.”

Aurora’s heart cracked as she watched her grandparents fall—Alaric to a silver-tipped spear, her grandmother to a pack of wolves.

“But you were saved,” Selene continued. “Your mother escaped with you as a newborn. She hid you in the human world, cloaking your aura. But rogues found her.”

Aurora gasped as the vision shifted—her mother, a pale, graceful woman, laying her in a basket at the edge of the Forbidden Forest before being dragged away by rogues.

“She never returned,” Aurora whispered.

Selene’s hand touched her shoulder. “She died protecting your secret.”

The vision faded, and Aurora was back in the hut, trembling.

“All this time…” she whispered. “I thought I was just a mistake. But I’m a legacy.”

“You are the last of the Nightbane,” Selene said. “And the prophecy is real. But so is the danger.”

Aurora clenched her fists. “Lucien’s father started this war. And Lucien finished it by rejecting me. But I will end it.”

Selene’s eyes gleamed. “Then you must keep training. Power is only one part of the prophecy. The other lies in unity—wolves and humans, once again.”

Over the next week, Aurora trained harder than ever.

Jax taught her how to fight dirty. Selene trained her in elemental control—summoning wind, controlling shadows. At night, Aurora studied the old tomes Gregory provided, learning about the Watchers, and the ancient laws once enforced by the Nightbane Court.

But with each new skill, her rage burned hotter.

Not just at Lucien, but at the world that had stolen her family.

At the Alphas who had made her believe she was nothing.

One night, she stood beneath the full moon, alone. Her wolf stirred inside her, stronger now, more alert.

“You are more than vengeance,” the wolf whispered. “You are hope.”

Aurora closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She still didn’t fully understand the prophecy, or why fate had chosen her.

But she was done running.

The next day, a rogue scout returned breathless, eyes wide. “Alpha Lucien’s troops are heading toward the southern woods. Fast. Armed.”

Aurora stood.

“Then let him come.”