THE ORACLE'S WORDS still hung in the air like a cold mist, heavy with their terrifying truth. Selene had to become the very thing she feared, the raw, untamed power of her cursed lineage, just to have a chance at breaking free. And Waldemarl, the strong, controlling Alpha, had to let go completely, trusting her with his very life when every instinct would scream for him to fight. The Blood Moon, that fiery orb in the sky, was now just a few hours away, its crimson glow already painting the dusty air outside the hidden cavern. Inside, the ancient stones seemed to hum with a mix of dread, a desperate kind of hope, and a fear so deep it settled in their bones.
Selene turned from the Oracle, her eyes finding Waldemarl’s. His face was a hard mask, showing all the worry and raw understanding of
