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.
View MoreThe ground trembled beneath their feet, a low groan rising from the roots of the forest as though the very earth had felt the tearing of the sky, and the wolves staggered, claws digging into soil that no longer felt steady. The scar that split the moon still glowed faintly above them, a wound across its silver face that would not fade, and every wolf’s chest ached with the echo of it, as if their ribs had cracked under the strain of carrying that sound.Kaela pressed her palm into the dirt to steady herself, her face pale with disbelief, her voice little more than a whisper yet audible to all because no wolf dared speak above it. “The moon has bled, the Cycle is not merely broken, it is undone, and what binds us is unraveling.”Fenric stood at the center, his breath heavy, his body swaying with exhaustion yet his eyes burning with an unyielding fire, and he lifted his gaze slowly from the earth to the wolves who surrounded him, his words steady though his throat felt as if it had been
The night lay suffocated by the trembling moon, its light fractured and pale, spilling across the clearing where the wolves stood divided. The silver column that had borne Fenric into sight still glimmered faintly at his back, like the lingering breath of something ancient, but the brilliance was fading, leaving only shadows stretched long across the torn ground. Raelin held her sword raised, her eyes burning, her voice ragged as it carried across the wolves. “Do not bend your knees to him, do not mistake light for strength, do not let blood that is not of the Pack bind your loyalty, he is no Alpha, he is a vessel for what was meant to be buried.”Yet her words faltered as one after another, wolves stepped forward and lowered themselves to the ground, their knees pressed to the dirt, their eyes locked upon Fenric not with worship but with grim recognition. The first to kneel was Kaela, her blades still in her hands but lowered, her voice steady though her heart thundered within her ch
The Den trembled as though the very roots of the world had been torn apart. Trees cracked and fell, their splintered trunks crashing through the forest floor while the air itself quivered with the echo of voices that none of the waiting wolves could understand. Raelin stood with her sword drawn, her chest heaving as she watched the earth glow beneath their paws, the silver light pushing through every fissure in the ground like veins of molten fire. She tried to speak but her voice caught, her throat strangled by the weight of the unseen presence that surged beneath them.The younger wolves staggered backward, ears flat, tails low, their bodies pulled instinctively between the urge to run and the desperate loyalty that kept them rooted near the Den. Some snarled though it was fear rather than anger that shook them, others whimpered as though begging the moon to grant them clarity, but no prayer reached the night sky because the moon itself flickered above them like a wounded eye.Raeli
The light did not stop pouring from the altar when it first cracked, but surged until the entire chamber swam in brilliance that seared the eyes and drowned the air, pressing against skin like water though it burned with a coldness that made breath falter. Fenric staggered yet did not fall, his body trembling as the torrent of silver flooded through him, every nerve alive with voices not his own, thousands upon thousands of cries that had been silenced for centuries. Kaela shielded her face with her arms, her teeth clenched as if the weight of those voices pressed on her bones, while Sira forced her silverlight outward in a desperate attempt to hold herself steady against the force of the revelation.When the first image came it did not arrive gently but shattered through the light as though memory itself could not be contained any longer. The walls dissolved and the chamber became a forest long dead, the scent of pine rich in the air, the sound of running water echoing through the t
The hollow’s glow did not dim as Fenric set his weight upon the first stair but grew sharper and colder, each step drawing from him something he had never known he carried, as though the stone demanded blood not through wound or sacrifice but through recognition. His body trembled with the burden of invisible threads pulling against him, and still he pressed downward into the light, his jaw set in grim resolve, the sound of the voices echoing through the stairwell with every breath he took.Above him the Pack hesitated, wolves shifting on their paws with unease, eyes darting between the stair and the forest beyond, torn between instinct and loyalty, none daring to move until Kaela broke the silence with a voice laced with urgency. “Fenric, do not vanish into that light without us, if the hollow calls to you it does not mean you must face it alone, and if the voices belong to wolves who once lived then their truth should not be yours to bear in silence.”Raelin’s hand shot out to block
The light from the hollow did not disappear when the earth stopped moving. It glowed over and over, like the slow beat of a big heart. The strange light shone on the wolves’ faces and made them look both amazed and scared. Fenric felt the pull inside him with each glow. It was as if the veins and bone in his body were strings, pulled by something below the rock. He tried to keep calm, even though it was hard to breathe. There was a heavy feeling on his chest that he could not shake off or take completely into himself.Raelin’s wolves moved in close to each other. Their ears went flat, and their eyes moved quickly from him to the bright crack in the ground. They still wanted to follow her, but now their own fear was bigger than any order she could give. Raelin saw that they were unsure. She showed her teeth to Fenric, full of anger. Her voice shook with both rage and fear. “You opened this, your blood called to it, and now every wolf here will pay for what answers. Tell me, Fenric, tel
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