Chapter 9
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The night air was thick with tension, the forest alive with the restless energy of the ongoing
battle. Selene stood at the edge of the door, her heart pounding, the weight of everything
crashing down on her. She wasn’t just some girl caught between two worlds anymore. She was
the bridge between them.
Lena, her mother—no, her adoptive mother—stood in front of her, eyes shining with unshed
tears.
“I should have told you sooner,
” she whispered, voice thick with emotion.
“You were never
meant to live as a human, Selene. Your real mother was the last of the Luna-bloodline. The
moment she died, the power passed to you.
”
Selene’s breath hitched. The Luna-bloodline—the rarest, most powerful lineage of werewolves,
connected directly to the Moonstone. And Damon knew. That’s why he wanted her.
Before she could process it all, a chilling sound echoed through the trees. Damon. He emerged
from the shadows, eyes burning with hunger. His pack spread behind him like a swarm of
darkness, ready to tear everything apart.
“Now you understand,
” he sneered, stepping closer.
“You were never meant to be with them,
Selene. You’re one of us. Join me, and I’ll spare them.
”
Ronan was suddenly at her side, his presence grounding her.
“She’s not going anywhere with
you,
” he growled. His body tensed, his wolf barely contained beneath his skin.
Selene felt it too. A deep, aching pull in her chest. The change. It was stronger than before, like
her body had finally stopped resisting what it was always meant to be.
Damon smirked.
“Then you leave me no choice.
”
Everything exploded at once.
Wolves lunged, snarls ripping through the air. Ronan shifted mid-leap, colliding with a rogue, his
claws tearing through fur and flesh. Mason and Ava fought beside him, their movements sharp
and precise.
Selene’s heart pounded, but she didn’t hesitate. Not this time.
Heat rushed through her veins. Her vision sharpened, her muscles burned, and then—she let
go.
Pain and power surged through her all at once. Her bones snapped, her body stretched, and
suddenly—she was running on all fours.
She had shifted.
Everything was clearer. The scents, the sounds, the overwhelming freedom of it.
Damon saw it too. His smirk faltered for the first time.
“Impossible.
”
Selene lunged.
Their battle was a blur of claws and fury. Damon was strong, but Selene was faster. Smarter.
She dodged his attacks, striking where it hurt the most. With one final move, she sank her teeth
into his throat—and ripped.
It was over.
The rogues scattered, their leader gone. The Blackwood Pack howled in victory, but Selene’s
body wasn’t done shaking.
She turned, breathless, and met Ronan’s gaze. His wolf eyes softened, something raw and
unspoken passing between them.
Slowly, she shifted back, standing before him—herself, but changed.
Ronan stepped closer, touching her face. His touch was warm, steady, pulling her from the
storm inside.
“You were never lost,
” he murmured.
“You were always meant to be here.
”
Selene exhaled. And then she kissed him.
Not because fate told her to.
Because she wanted to.
Selene stayed. Not because she had to, but because she chose to.
She wasn’t just Ronan’s mate. She wasn’t just her mother’s daughter.
She was herself.
And for the first time, that was enough.
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