The moon hung high above the forest canopy, casting silver light through the mist that cloaked the woods like a veil. Selene stood alone beneath the ancient Yew tree at the edge of the Blood Moon territory. The others slept soundly in the temporary encampment, nursing their wounds and exhaustion. But Selene couldn’t rest—not with the fire still burning in her veins and the questions haunting her mind.
The power she had unleashed during the duel with Damien had not been ordinary. It had not simply been strength or speed—it had been something else. The earth had trembled, shadows had warped, and Damien’s warriors had recoiled in terror not from her skills, but from the aura she had radiated. Even Ronan, steady and unshaken, had flinched when her eyes glowed with that otherworldly light.
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