Chapter Three - Moonborn Prophecy
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The visions came in waves, crashing against Selene’s mind like a storm. Fire. Blood. A silver crown glowing beneath the moon. Wolves kneeling in shadows. Damian bleeding beneath a crimson sky.
She woke with a gasp, her body trembling, her wolf restless inside her. The forest was quiet, too quiet, as if holding its breath. Her skin burned with silver light, fading slowly, leaving her weak but alive.
“You are awake,” a voice whispered.
Selene turned. An old seer stood at the edge of the clearing, her presence cloaked in mystery. Her hair was white as snow, her eyes clouded yet piercing. She carried the weight of centuries in her gaze.
“Who are you?” Selene asked, her voice hoarse.
The seer stepped closer, her staff tapping against the earth. “I am the keeper of prophecy. And you, child, are Moonborn.”
Selene’s breath caught. The word echoed in her chest, heavy, unfamiliar.
“Moonborn?” she repeated, disbelief lacing her voice.
The seer nodded, her gaze heavy with sorrow.
“The wolf chosen by prophecy. The one who will unite or destroy the packs. Your rejection was no accident. It was the spark that awakened your power.”
Selene’s heart pounded. Damian’s betrayal wasn’t just heartbreak — it was destiny unfolding.
“I don’t understand,” she whispered. “Why me? Why now?”
The seer’s voice carried like wind through the trees.
“Because fate has already chosen you. The Blood Moon rises soon, and with it, war. You are the balance, Selene. You are the storm and the salvation.”
Selene shook her head, tears burning her eyes.
“I never wanted this. I only wanted him.”
The seer’s expression softened. “The Alpha fears you because he knows the truth. He cannot control you. And that terrifies him.”
Selene’s chest tightened. Damian’s rejection wasn’t just cruelty — it was fear. Fear of her power. Fear of what she could become.
The seer lifted her staff, silver light flickering at its tip.
“Your path will not be easy. You will be tested. You will be tempted. And you will be forced to choose — love or freedom, unity or destruction.”
Selene’s wolf stirred, restless, defiant.
“What if I fail?” she whispered.
The seer’s eyes glowed faintly.
“Then the packs will burn. And the prophecy will end in blood.”
Selene’s breath caught. The weight of destiny pressed against her chest, suffocating, unrelenting. She wanted to run, to escape, but the bond tethered her to Damian, pulling her back even as fate dragged her forward.
The seer stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.
“Remember this, child: the Moonborn wolf cannot hide. The world will find you. The rival Alpha already watches. And when the Blood Moon rises, you must decide who you truly are.”
Selene’s vision blurred again, fire and blood flashing before her eyes. She saw Damian kneeling, the rival Alpha smiling, the pack divided. The prophecy whispered through her mind: Moonborn will unite or destroy.
Her knees buckled. She collapsed, the earth rising to meet her. The last thing she heard was the seer’s voice, echoing like a prayer.
“Choose wisely, Selene. For the fate of all wolves rests in your hands.”
Darkness claimed her once more.
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