For a long moment, there was nothing but silence. Heavy. Crushing. The kind of silence that came after something broke—something deep, something vital.I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.Rowena’s words echoed in my head like they had been shouted into a canyon:“I’m pregnant. Ronan is the father.”No one spoke.Lyria’s body went rigid beside me, her silver aura flickering sharply in the air, like a blade had just been unsheathed. Her eyes never left Rowena’s face, but I didn’t need to see them to know she was furious. Not just at Rowena—but at the danger her presence represented.My own heartbeat roared in my ears. I looked at Rowena, her hand still resting over her stomach, her expression calm. Too calm.Ronan had never mentioned her. Not once.We’d shared everything—our fears, our dreams, our pasts.Hadn’t we?I felt something shift inside me, like the ground beneath my feet had cracked open and I was falling, tumbling into a space I didn’t recognize.“I don’t believe you, Ronan wou
The torn Crimson Howl banner lay on the floor, burned and stained with fresh blood. My heart hammered inside my chest as my eyes shot up to the figure standing in the doorway. The flickering torches cast long shadows across the temple walls, making her face hard to see at first.Then she stepped forward.It was Rowena.I froze. My breath caught. My mind scrambled, struggling to piece everything together. Rowena. But how? I knew her face. I had seen her before — in my dream. She was the Councilwoman Helena’s daughter in that twisted vision. But that was only a dream… wasn’t it? Now she was standing right here, in my reality.Lyria’s voice cut through my racing thoughts. “Who are you, and why are you here?”Rowena smiled faintly, but her eyes didn’t match her lips. The smile looked empty. "The Crimson Howl Pack is under attack," she said softly, her voice steady.Lyria’s expression turned cold. She took a step forward. "That’s impossible," she said firmly. "The Crimson Howl Pack is unde
I didn’t know how long we stayed like that—wrapped in each other’s arms, hearts beating in sync. For the first time in what felt like forever, the weight on my shoulders was lighter. The dream had left its scars, but it had also left clarity. I had made my choice. I wouldn’t let pride lead me astray. I wouldn’t let fear decide my path.But peace never lasted long in my world.A soft chime echoed through the Moon Temple—a sound I hadn’t heard before. Ronan pulled back slightly, his brows furrowing as he turned toward the doorway. Lyria’s expression darkened.“What was that?” I asked, instinctively rising to my feet. A strange hum vibrated beneath the floor, like the temple itself was responding to something ancient.Lyria’s calm voice was laced with something sharp—urgency. “That was the Calling Bell. The temple has sensed your awakening... and your readiness.”“For what?” Ronan asked, already reaching for my hand.“For the first true trial of the Celestial Heir,” Lyria said. “It’s tim
"Your wolf, Faye, is gone forever. Because she was never truly part of you. Everything about you now... isn't yours."The voice echoed through the blinding light, making my heart race faster. My mind struggled to grasp what was happening.Then suddenly, everything shifted. The darkness started fading away, replaced by a warm, familiar feeling. My eyes fluttered open slowly, and I found myself lying on a soft bed in the Moon Temple."Selene?" Ronan's gentle voice called out beside me. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his golden eyes filled with concern. "You were having a nightmare. You kept mumbling and tossing around."I sat up quickly, my head spinning as memories flooded back. But they felt different now - distant, like scenes from someone else's life. "Ronan? What... what happened?"He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch sending warmth through me. "You fell asleep after training. Lyria said the celestial power might cause intense dreams while you
Immediately, everything went black, like my eyes were forced shut against my will. I couldn’t hear anything—no sound, no movement, nothing. Just complete darkness. I didn’t even know where I was anymore. Was this the beginning of my punishment? For killing Owen? But it was a mistake. I didn’t know Owen would die too.“Goddess! What’s happening? Why am I here? Nothing makes sense!” I cried out, my voice shaky with fear and disbelief. “I was in the Crimson Howl Pack just a second ago. Owen was still burning—and now I’m suddenly here without knowing how or what is going to happen to me.”“Ronan! Ronan!” I screamed, calling his name again and again. But no one answered. Only my own voice echoed through the emptiness, bouncing back at me. The silence was terrifying, especially when I couldn’t even see where I was. I tried using my celestial powers to create some light—but nothing happened. My powers didn’t work. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it wanted to jump out of my chest.“Wait
As soon as Ronan said, "Now," I began walking slowly toward Elias, the dagger tightly in my hand, a cruel look on my face. But this time, I wasn’t just planning to hurt him—I wanted to kill him. For good.But deep down, Ronan was smiling inside.He hadn’t taken the blast of Elias’s power for me because he still cared, or because he regretted what he had done. No. He did it because of what the Moonseer told him—to get close to me, slowly drain my power, and then kill me.Ronan didn’t want Elias to take my power because he knew that if Elias had it, killing me would be pointless. Even if he managed to do it, the power would be in Elias’s hands, and nothing could stop the destruction of the world—unless the Moon Goddess herself intervened and took the power before Elias did.Even if the Moon Goddess took it instead of Ronan, the destruction would be averted. She might force me to follow her will if it's possible, or pass the power on to another heir. But Ronan knew he would still suffer