The White Wolf Luna
Selene had always dreamed of her moonlit ceremony—the moment when she and Beta Caden would publicly declare their bond before the pack. But fate had other plans. Betrayed in front of everyone, rejected for another, and cast aside like an afterthought, she barely had time to grieve before darkness swallowed her world.
But rejection was only the beginning.
Attacked, hunted, and left to die, Selene awakens to a truth buried deep in werewolf lore—she is no ordinary wolf. Marked by the ancient Spirit Wolf, she possesses a power that hasn't surfaced in centuries, one that threatens to shake the foundations of the packs. And when Rowan, a mysterious rogue with ties to a forgotten legacy, pulls her from the brink of death, Selene must decide—will she run from the power that calls to her, or will she rise and claim her destiny?
Caden may have discarded her. But now, he fears her.
And with every passing moment, Selene becomes something far more powerful than he ever could have imagined.
The rejected mate will return, not as the broken girl they left behind—but as their greatest threat.
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Chapter: When the Stars Began to FallThe first star fell at dawn.It wasn’t a meteor. It wasn't a fire.It was a crack in the sky, a seam splitting open as if the heavens themselves had grown too tired to stay stitched together. Light poured through it—not warm, not golden. Cold. Silver. Piercing.Selene stood beneath it, silent.Agnes joined her on the ridge, staff braced in the dirt. “It’s starting.”“I know,” Selene said. Her voice was calm, but the ache ben
Last Updated: 2025-07-12
Chapter: The Price of BecomingThe blade sank into Selene’s palm with the weight of choice.It wasn’t pain that stunned her—it was memory. The instant her blood touched the seal, the stone pulsed violently, and the world around her fractured.Not into darkness.Into moments.She stood in a dozen places at once. Her mother’s arms. The Ceremony night. Rowan’s first smile. Caden’s betrayal. The grove alight with spirit fire. Marina weeping behind her cruel smirk. The Faded One’s empty gaze.
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Chapter: Ghosts of the First FlameThe map burned softly in Selene’s hand.It wasn’t real fire. It wasn't consumed. But the scroll glowed with an internal heat, each line etched not in ink but in spirit-light. The paths were shifting beneath her gaze—not drawn to scale, but woven through layers of time.They weren’t following landmarks.They were following memories.She sat at the edge of the campsite with Rowan beside her, both of them crouched over the scroll. Around them, the forest was quiet, holding its breath.
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Chapter: The Blood Beneath Her SkinThe journey back from the binding chamber was wordless.Not out of avoidance—but out of reverence. The kind of quiet that follows revelation.Selene walked ahead, her shoulders tense, her heartbeat slow but heavy, as if her body understood something her mind hadn't fully caught up with yet. Rowan followed behind her, not close enough to pressure her, but not far enough to let her fall alone.When they reached the ridge overlooking the edge of camp, Selene stopped.She didn't speak. She didn’t even breathe deeply. She simply stared at the forest—
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Chapter: The First BindingSelene moved through the forest like a shadow stitched into the seams of reality. The pendant Agnes had given her glowed faintly, reacting to the old paths beneath her feet—veins of long-forgotten spirit trails that pulsed with dim blue light.The silence was suffocating.Even the spirits didn’t speak here.The trees bent unnaturally, their limbs stretched toward one another as if trying to close the path she walked. Her breath fogged the air, though no wind blew. Her wolf stirred uneasily inside her, pacing, sensing what she couldn’t see yet.S
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Chapter: Bloodlines and BurdensSelene didn’t move for a long time.The words hung in the air, thick and pulsing with consequence.The last of the old blood.She stared at the young man who had brought the warning. He lay curled in on himself now, exhausted, half-conscious. Rowan crouched beside him, inspecting the blood on his tunic.“Not his,” Rowan confirmed. “But someone fought hard to make sure he reached us.”Agnes stepped forward, voice sharp. “We need to
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