HE DIDN'T FINISH the sentence, but Selene didn't need him to. The words hung in the quiet temple chamber, imbued with all the raw, profound love they had confessed, a silent promise exchanged between two souls facing an impossible future. The Blood Moon, a chilling crimson promise, was now only hours away.
Waldemar, though still weakened, was recovering with remarkable speed, a testament to his Alpha resilience and Selene's desperate healing. His fear hadn't vanished, but it was now tempered by a fierce determination, a unity with Selene that defied the curse. They had found the path, endured the trials, and confessed their burgeoning love. Now, the final obstacle loomed: the ritual itself.
As they meticulously reviewed the ancient scroll one last time, Selene felt a growing unease. The
