LOGINChapter 9
Seren withdrew her gaze from the window and looked towards her father, who was still lost in thought.
She let him immerse himself in his silence as she sank into hers.
Was she going to leave for the Academy right after the Luna Induction?
Honestly, she would rather run away to school than marry that Alpha.
Still, fear pricked at her ribs.
How was she supposed to purge the Burndels from Crescent Park?
Who would even believe her if she told them that the Moon Goddess herself had told her to expel the priestess and Nova?
And that the priestess and Nova were mother and daughter?
She unconsciously turned to her father and found him watching her with a rare, gentle expression.
Seren blinked, pulled from her thoughts, and muttered, “Huh?”
Lord Nightwind cleared his throat, suddenly awkward, his eyes darting away.
“I’m sorry for how I’ve been pressuring you to get together with the Alpha,” he said. “Like I told you, your mother always believed that you’d do something great. I… interpreted that in my own way.” He sighed, his voice softening. “Now that I’ve been reminded of her, I realize how wrong I’ve been treating you. If you want, you can choose not to accept being the pack’s Luna.”
Seren stared at him, certain she’d misheard. “Father… you’re not pulling my leg, are you?”
Lord Nightwind shook his head with a wry smile. “I’m not, dear. You can do as you wish about being Luna. But as for your acceptance into the Academy of Lunaris—you will attend. That was your mother’s wish.”
Turning to the butler, he asked, “When will the new session begin?”
The butler cleared his throat. “My lord, the new session will officially begin on the fifteenth day of Dawnhallow, next Lunar Cycle. But registration, orientation, and dormitory assignments will begin as early as the first day of Dawnhallow.”
“Perfect!” Lord Nightwind beamed, turning back to his daughter. “You have plenty of time to prepare, Seren.”
Seren smiled. In just two days of arriving in this world, Lord Nightwind had displayed more emotions than she thought him capable of.
She nodded in appreciation. “Thank you, Father. I’ll go and freshen up now. I need to tell the Alpha that I do not accept being his mate.”
Lord Nightwind merely waved a hand like a doting father dismissing a child’s worry.
Seren was too full of excitement to continue eating.
She skipped down the hall toward her room, only to realize, once inside, that she hadn’t understood a single thing the butler had said about those strange dates.
Halting her plans to bathe, she called out mentally,
‘What is Dawnhallow?’ Curiosity laced her voice.
[Dawnhallow is the equivalent of January in your original world.]
‘Wow,’ she murmured. ‘They have their own names for the months of the year. Can you tell me all about it?’
[Sure. They don’t call it a year like you do—it’s called a Lunar Cycle. We are currently in the 19th day of Velyra, 812 LC.
The months of the Lunar Cycle are as follows:]
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Dawnhallow — equivalent of January. Meaning “Birth of Light.”
Season: Winter.
Lunar Magic Effects: Rebirth & Divine Blessings; spells of renewal are strongest.
Frostmere — equivalent of February. Meaning “Frozen Stillness.”
Season: Deep Winter.
Lunar Magic Effects: Protective charms and defensive wards strengthened by silence and patience.
Moondrift — equivalent of March. Meaning “First Thaw.”
Season: Late Winter.
Lunar Magic Effects: Magic begins to flow again; dreams become prophetic.
Bloomveil — equivalent of April. Meaning “Veil of Blossoms.”
Season: Spring.
Lunar Magic Effects: Illusion and charm spells bloom; love and fertility rites performed.
Sunspire — equivalent of May. Meaning “Rise of Flame.”
Season: Early Summer.
Lunar Magic Effects: Elemental magic burns brightest; tempers and passions ignite.
Emberfall — equivalent of June. Meaning “Crimson Days.”
Season: Midsummer.
Lunar Magic Effects: Strength of body and beast peak; werewolves’ powers strongest.
Starhaven — equivalent of July. Meaning “Heaven’s Descent.”
Season: Late Summer.
Lunar Magic Effects: Astral and vision-based magics awaken; omens appear in the skies.
Ashveil — equivalent of August. Meaning “Smoke and Shadow.”
Season: Waning Summer.
Lunar Magic Effects: Dark magic whispers strongest; Nareth’s influence stirs.
Velyra — equivalent of September. Meaning “Golden Fade.”
Season: Early Autumn.
Lunar Magic Effects: Season of endings and choices; oaths gain divine weight. (Current Month.)
Noctaris — equivalent of October. Meaning “Night’s Heart.”
Season: Late Autumn.
Lunar Magic Effects: Silver Moon rises—divine favor or wrath manifests. The Luna Induction is scheduled for the 7th of Noctaris, but given your choice, it will not take place at Crescent Park this year.
Hallowtide — equivalent of November. Meaning “Whispering Veil.”
Season: Early Winter.
Lunar Magic Effects: Spirits walk freely; necromancy and memory spells grow potent.
Wyrmrest — equivalent of December. Meaning “The Sleeping Moon.”
Season: Deep Winter.
Lunar Magic Effects: Magic slows; divine presence fades as the cycle resets.
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There was a long silence after the System finished unloading the information.
‘Wow,’ Seren muttered. ‘Look at you go—you didn’t even give me a second to ask a question. You make a really bad teacher.’
[And you make a really bad host.]
‘Fair enough. But I do have a question—who the hell is Nareth? You made her sound evil, even though your voice is as monotone as a stone.’
[Nareth is the twin sister of Selune.]
‘Selune has a twin?!’
[Yes. Instinct Magic draws its power from her, just as Divine Magic draws from Selune.]
‘Whoa… that’s a lot to take in. In your words, what exactly are Instinct and Divine Magic?’
[Divine Magic dwells in Light, Harmony, Creation, and Balance. It is calm, structured, and shaped through Invocation and Faith. It favors Priestesses, Moon-Blessed, and chosen Lunas. It is wielded through chants, symbols, or sacred objects such as moonstone, blessed silver, or inked runes.
Divine Magic is used for healing, barriers, truth-binding, and purification.]
‘Right… and what about Instinct Magic?’
[Instinct Magic dwells in Emotion, Hunger, and Chaos. It is wild, fueled by passion, bloodline, or will. It favors werewolves, warlocks, and cursed bloodlines. It is wielded through breath, movement, and willpower—unleashed like a storm.
It amplifies senses, fuels raw destruction, controls shadows, and influences the mind.]
‘Damn,’ Seren whispered. ‘And right now, I have both of them. What’s going to become of me?’
[When both magics meet in one vessel, such as in you, the body becomes a conduit of both Order and Chaos. It’s rare and volatile. You can heal or annihilate with equal potential. You stand at risk of divine corruption—or divine ascension—depending on how you balance them.]
‘You sure are optimistic,’ Seren sighed, sarcasm lacing her tone.
She suddenly felt exhausted.
What have I gotten myself into?
I was better off as a novel critic, she lamented.
The System, hearing Seren’s lament, tried to console her.[Well… at least you’re an overpowered Omega.]Seren snorted. “Yeah, overpowered and overworked. I feel like my brain’s about to fry.”She sighed, dragging herself to the bathroom and took a look at herself on the bathroom mirror. The faint silver sheen still glimmered in her hair, her skin almost luminous. Her reflection looked like someone halfway between divine and wolf, halfway between Selune and chaos.Her lips twisted. “Great. Just great. I’m becoming a walking chandelier.”She splashed her face, bathed quickly, and returned to her room, her movements sluggish but deliberate. Sitting before the vanity, she began applying lotion, muttering, “Father gave me the green light to reject the Luna position, so I’m going to do just that. First, I need to freshen up.”The System pinged.[Confidence detected: 32%. Recommended action: confrontation.][New Quest Available: Reject the Alpha.][Difficulty: Insane.][Reward: +10 Self-Wil
Chapter 9Seren withdrew her gaze from the window and looked towards her father, who was still lost in thought.She let him immerse himself in his silence as she sank into hers.Was she going to leave for the Academy right after the Luna Induction?Honestly, she would rather run away to school than marry that Alpha.Still, fear pricked at her ribs.How was she supposed to purge the Burndels from Crescent Park?Who would even believe her if she told them that the Moon Goddess herself had told her to expel the priestess and Nova?And that the priestess and Nova were mother and daughter?She unconsciously turned to her father and found him watching her with a rare, gentle expression.Seren blinked, pulled from her thoughts, and muttered, “Huh?”Lord Nightwind cleared his throat, suddenly awkward, his eyes darting away.“I’m sorry for how I’ve been pressuring you to get together with the Alpha,” he said. “Like I told you, your mother always believed that you’d do something great. I… inter
The dream began the way most impossible things do — softly.Seren walked through a field of light.It wasn’t grass beneath her feet but liquid silver, rippling with every step, reflecting a sky made entirely of stars. The air shimmered as though reality itself were holding its breath. She couldn’t tell if she was walking or floating, only that everything around her hummed with quiet reverence.Then she saw her.A woman stood at the heart of the field, clothed in the glow of the moon itself. Her hair was spun silver that flowed like water, and upon her brow rested a delicate crown shaped like a crescent. Her eyes—ancient and kind and vast—seemed to hold galaxies within them.Seren froze. Her instincts screamed to kneel, to lower her gaze, but curiosity held her still.The woman smiled. “You don’t have to bow, child. You already bear enough weight upon your shoulders.”Her voice was soft and melodic, yet each word reverberated through the air like a song that had existed long before lan
The silence that followed Kael’s declaration stretched until it became something alive.The wind stirred the fallen autumn leaves, carrying with it the sharp scent of smoke and disbelief. Then, as if released from an enchantment, the crowd began to murmur — first in small, disbelieving whispers, and then in full, fevered voices.“She really—”“—is chosen by him?”“Are both of them insane or blessed?”The pack rippled with confusion. Some wolves dropped to one knee out of instinctive submission; others turned away, muttering prayers to the Moon as though to cleanse their ears of blasphemy.And still, Seren stood there — chin high, the faint metallic taste of defiance lingering on her tongue.Lord Nightwind was the first to move. His boots crunched over pine needles as he approached, his expression torn between awe and naked ambition. When he reached Kael and Seren, he bowed low, though there was nothing humble about it. His bow was a performance — a silent declaration to the watching w
Her shock simmered into fury. She shoved at his chest, not enough to move the wall of muscle and Alpha dominance, but enough to make her point. Her chin lifted, her voice slicing through the tension.“You don’t get to decide that,” she said, her words shaking only because her body still hummed from his kiss. “You don’t get to kiss me out of nowhere and stamp me like property. Alpha or not, there’s something called common courtesy between two people of no prior intimacy.”The silence between them snapped taut.Kael blinked, once, as if he’d just been told the moon was fake. Then his jaw tightened, his nostrils flaring. “Courtesy,” he repeated, as though the word were foreign in his mouth. “You think courtesy has anything to do with a bond?”“Bond?” She scoffed, though her pulse was still out of control. “I didn’t feel some magical thread tying me to your wolf. What I felt was you deciding what’s yours without asking. That’s not fate but arrogance.”[Warning: Hostility toward Alpha may
The suffocating silence stretched.Every wolf bowed beneath Kael’s dominance, the air heavy with his claim. And yet Seren could feel the weight of hundreds of eyes piercing her, branding her not as Luna, not as chosen…But as villainess.Her pulse thundered in her throat. She wanted to disappear, to crawl under the dais and wait until the Moon Goddess turned the whole scene into a bad dream but the System had other plans.Blue text burst across her vision like fireworks.[New Quest: Publicly humiliate the Heroine before dawn.][Reward: +5 Charisma, +5 Reputation as Villainess.][Failure Penalty: None.]Seren’s jaw went slack. You’ve got to be kidding me.The box blinked expectantly, smug as a cat.“Oh, of course,” she muttered under her breath. “Because I haven’t made enough enemies tonight. Let’s add ‘mock a girl who just got her heart ripped out’ to my to-do list.”[Reminder: Villainesses are unforgettable.]Her stomach churned. Across the clearing, Nova was still on her knees, her p







