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Chapter 134: Echoes of the First Wolf
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2025-07-02 04:47:57The fire crackled low in the center of the safehouse, throwing flickering shadows across the stone walls. Selene sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, her eyes distant, haunted. Lyra’s words rang in her ears on an endless loop:
“You’re the mirror of her. The cycle is repeating. And this time, if the gate opens… it won’t close.” She didn’t know whether to scream or shatter. The ancient Alpha. The child born beneath a Blood Moon. The prophecy. Her. It all fit together like an ancient riddle whose answer could only end in ruin. Elias sat beside her, his fingers laced with hers. He hadn’t let go since the moment the shadowborn retreated. “You’re quiet,” he said gently. “I’m terrified.” He nodded once. “So am I.” That admission was the most human thing he’d ever said. She turned to look at him, really look, and for the first time since discovering she might be carrying his child, she saw the weight he carried—not just as Alpha King, but as a mate, a protector, and now… a father. “What if I fail?” she asked. “You won’t.” “You don’t know that.” “I know you,” he said. “And I trust you with everything. Even this.” She leaned her head against his shoulder, and for a moment, the world outside their small flame-lit circle faded. Across the room, Lyra stared at the runes above the hearth, her brow furrowed. She was tracing a symbol with her fingertip, something deep in her memory tugging at her again. “I’ve seen this before,” she muttered. Selene looked up. “Where?” Lyra hesitated. “In a dream… or maybe a vision. Back in the dungeon. When Lilith tried to break me.” Elias rose slowly. “What kind of vision?” Lyra’s voice dropped. “A woman in silver armor. Standing on the edge of a cliff. She was holding a newborn wrapped in red cloth. The same runes were carved on the child’s skin.” Selene’s blood ran cold. “That’s not a dream.” “I know,” Lyra said. “It was a memory. But not mine.” “The ancient Alpha,” Elias guessed. “Her child,” Lyra corrected. Selene stood, her pulse quickening. “We need to find her name. The first woman who sealed the gate. If I’m her mirror, there’s something she did… something I’ll need to do again.” “There’s someone who might know,” Elias said darkly. “But we’ll have to go back to the palace.” Lyra scoffed. “You think the council will welcome us after we vanished in the night and brought me—a supposed traitor—back into the picture?” “No,” Elias replied. “But we don’t need the council. We need the Scrollkeeper.” Selene turned sharply. “She’s still alive?” “She never dies,” Elias muttered. “She’s older than the crown. Lives under the palace library. She keeps the truths the Elders try to erase.” Lyra’s eyes gleamed with purpose. “Then that’s where we go.” Meanwhile… In the Hall of Thorns Lilith stepped into the black-marble chamber that pulsed like a living heart. Theron stood at its center, blood dripping from his hand into the obsidian pool. “She’s resisting,” Lilith said without emotion. “She won’t for long.” Theron’s voice was cold. “The bond with Elias weakens her. Love is a leash.” “You speak as though you know her,” Lilith said, circling him. “I do know her,” he said flatly. “Better than Elias ever will. Selene was made for more than matehood. She was made for dominion.” Lilith arched a brow. “Then why do you tremble when she fights back?” Theron turned, his eyes burning with shadowfire. “Because I feel what’s coming. And for the first time, I don’t know if I’m ready.” Lilith laughed softly. “None of us are.” The shadows coiled tighter around them as the chamber groaned. The gate was waking. And it demanded blood. Later That Night… Back at the Safehouse Selene jolted awake, drenched in sweat. The dream had returned—only this time, it was clearer. She had stood at the edge of the great forest, staring down into a crater filled with moonlight and bones. A woman’s voice echoed through her mind: “You must choose. Close the gate, or become it.” She sat up, clutching her chest. Elias stirred beside her. “Another vision?” he asked groggily. She nodded. “We need to go to the palace,” she said, eyes fierce. “Now. Before the next Blood Moon rises. Before I run out of choices.” Elias met her gaze and nodded. “Then we leave at dawn.”
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