Selene is slowly starting to hear her wolf, and the sparks between her and Damien are getting harder to ignore 👀🔥. But remember she’s still only 18. The real storm begins when she turns 20 and the bond fully awakens. Until then, every step she takes is shaping into the queen she’s meant to become. What do you think of Selene’s wolf voice finally speaking up? Should I let her wolf get bolder with each chapter, or keep it soft and mysterious for now?
The morning air was cold enough to sting my lungs when I breathed it in. I stood by the training field, hands shoved into my cloak, trying to ignore the dozen eyes that followed me across the clearing.The world hadn’t been the same since the bond revealed itself. Or maybe it was just me.The night it happened, I’d barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the memory of Damien’s hand around my wrist, the static heat where his skin touched mine, the impossible pull that had dragged something inside me to life.My wolf hadn’t stopped whispering since.He’s ours. I’d told her she was wrong that she didn’t understand but deep down, I wasn’t sure I believed it myself.Because every time I saw him, every time he entered a room, the air changed. I could feel him.And I hated that I could.When I walked through camp, the whispers followed me like smoke. “She’s the Alpha’s pet.” “No, he just pities her that’s all.”Each word dug under my skin until I wished I could tear them out.
The moon hung heavy above the forest,silver light spilling across the Blackthorn Pack’s training grounds. The airsmelled of frost and pine, and Selene’s breath curled into little clouds as sheexhaled. The night was quiet, deceptively so, but inside her chest, her heart wouldn’tstop racing.She wasn’t the girl she had been two yearsago.At eighteen, she had been scarred, broken,stumbling her way through endless drills under Damien’s harsh gaze. Now, nearlytwenty, she stood taller, stronger, her body honed by countless beatings, herinstincts sharper than she ever thought possible. She’d grown into her wolf,though she still hadn’t shifted fully. That would come the night she turnedtwenty, when the moon’s call bound her forever to her wolf spirit, when shefinally gets to meet her mate.And with that day looming so close,everything inside her buzzed with restless energy.Her wolf whispered constantly in the backof her mind now. A low growl, sometimes a laugh, sometimes a command. Soon.Soon,
Selene sat on the edge of her bed, her knees drawn to her chest, staring at the faint light of dawn seeping through the curtains. Sleep had been a stranger to her the entire night. Every time she closed her eyes, memories returned the sting of betrayal, the bruises she had hidden, the haunting emptiness of her family’s absence. But also… the warmth of a spark she couldn’t explain, one that had grown louder since the night Damien saved her.She pressed her palms over her ears as if she could drown out the echo inside her.Why do I keep feeling this way? Why does his presence steady me… and terrify me at the same time?Her wolf stirred inside her, the voice quieter than before but no less persistent.Because he matters. You may not see it yet, but I do.Selene shook her head, whispering sharply, “No. He’s, He’s… the Alpha. I can’t”Her wolf didn’t argue this time. She simply went silent, and that silence was heavier than words.The packhouse was unusually quiet that morning. Most of the
The storm came without warning. By dusk, clouds had rolled over the Shadowfang mountains, thick and dark, muting the moon’s silver light. Thunder growled in the distance, low and unrelenting, while lightning flashed in jagged streaks, cutting the horizon open. Wolves never liked storms. Their instincts sharpened under pressure, senses heightened, and tempers shorter. The entire camp felt it a restless energy that made warriors prowl, made the half-shifted wolves pace and snarl in their pens. Selene lay awake long after the first roll of thunder cracked overhead. Sleep didn’t come easy on ordinary nights, and tonight, with the storm thrumming through her veins, it was impossible. She turned over on her narrow cot, pressing her cheek against the rough blanket, listening to the pounding of rain on the roof. Her ribs still ached from training earlier that day. Every bruise, every cut, was a reminder. The Shadowfang pack wasn’t kind especially not to her. And yet… she didn’t want kindnes
The horn blew just as the first light broke across the horizon. It was sharp, low, and carried across the Shadowfang camp like a summons none could ignore. Wolves stirred from their quarters, doors creaked, boots crunched over frost, and the steady sound of voices rose in the crisp morning air.I had barely closed my eyes when the horn sounded, but exhaustion didn’t matter here. I shoved off the furs and forced my body upright, my muscles heavy but alive with something else anticipation, and beneath it, dread.When I stepped outside, the camp was already gathering. Warriors clustered in groups, stretching limbs, adjusting straps, some shifting their weight restlessly from foot to foot. The tension wasn’t the kind I’d felt before drills. This was something bigger.“The hunt,” one of the younger wolves muttered near me, eyes shining with both excitement and nerves.The Hunt. I had heard of it whispered in passing but hadn’t thought it would come so soon. It wasn’t a game, nor simple tra
The first thing Selene noticed when she woke was pain. Her arms ached, her legs felt heavy, and every bruise screamed in protest the moment she tried to move. She lay there for a while, staring at the wooden beams above her bed, almost convincing herself to stay still. But she knew better. In this place, if she didn’t rise, someone would drag her out and she’d never hear the end of it.With a sharp breath, she pushed herself upright. Her muscles burned, and her ribs throbbed where she’d taken a hit the day before. Still, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, forcing herself to stand.That’s when it happened.A voice. Soft. Distant. Almost like a whisper carried on the wind.Hi.Selene froze. Her head snapped around the room. Empty. Just her and silence. She pressed her hand to her temple. Maybe she hadn’t slept enough. Maybe her brain was playing tricks on her.But then it came again.I never left.Her chest tightened. It wasn’t loud, it wasn’t clear, but it was real. Strang