Selene’s footsteps were soft against the forest floor, but her heart thundered louder than any drum. The night was alive with whispers — the rustle of leaves, the distant howl of wolves, the hum of the bond that tied her to Damian. She had believed tonight would be theirs. She had believed in forever.
The clearing opened before her, bathed in silver light. And there he was. Damian, Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack, her mate, her destiny. His tall frame was unmistakable, his aura commanding. But it wasn’t her name he whispered. His arms were wrapped around another, his lips brushing the stranger’s neck in a gesture that once belonged to Selene.
Her breath caught. The bond between them pulsed violently, a cruel reminder of what they shared. Then it snapped. Silent, merciless, final.
Her knees buckled. She fell to the earth, clutching the soil as if it could hold her together. The air thickened, her vision blurred, and something ancient stirred inside her.
The moon flared brighter, silver light spilling across her skin. It wrapped around her like a crown, humming with power she didn’t understand. Her wolf — the part of her she had never truly known — roared awake.
Damian turned, his dark eyes locking onto hers. Shock flickered across his face, quickly masked by cold authority.
“Selene,” he said, his voice low, dangerous. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Her tears glinted like shards of glass.
“You broke the bond,” she whispered. “You broke us.”
His jaw tightened. Silence. No denial, no apology. Just the weight of rejection.
The ground trembled beneath her feet. Her wolf surged, silver light flooding her veins. Her eyes glowed, reflecting the moon’s brilliance. The forest seemed to bow to her, the wind carrying her name.
Damian stepped back, his mask cracking.
“What are you?” he breathed.
Selene straightened, power humming beneath her skin.
“I’m what you fear,” she said softly.
“I’m Moonborn.”
The word hung heavy, prophecy itself.
Damian’s eyes widened, fury and disbelief colliding. He reached for her, but the bond pulsed violently, rejecting his touch. Selene’s wolf howled, silver flames flickering at her fingertips.
The stranger fled, fear etched across her face. The pack would hear of this — whispers would spread like wildfire.
Selene’s vision blurred again, fire and blood flashing before her eyes. Wolves kneeling. Battles raging. Damian bleeding beneath a crimson moon. The prophecy whispered: Moonborn will unite or destroy.
Her body trembled, the power too much to contain. She collapsed, the earth rising to meet her. The last thing she saw was Damian’s face — fury, fear, and something he refused to name.
Darkness claimed her.
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