All Chapters of The White Wolf Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The map burned softly in Selene’s hand. It wasn’t real fire. It wasn't consumed. But the scroll glowed with an internal heat, each line etched not in ink but in spirit-light. The paths were shifting beneath her gaze—not drawn to scale, but woven through layers of time. They weren’t following landmarks. They were following memories. She sat at the edge of the campsite with Rowan beside her, both of them crouched over the scroll. Around them, the forest was quiet, holding its breath. 

The first star fell at dawn. It wasn’t a meteor. It wasn't a fire. It was a crack in the sky, a seam splitting open as if the heavens themselves had grown too tired to stay stitched together. Light poured through it—not warm, not golden. Cold. Silver. Piercing. Selene stood beneath it, silent. Agnes joined her on the ridge, staff braced in the dirt. “It’s starting.” “I know,” Selene said. Her voice was calm, but the ache ben

The stars didn’t fall that night. They shattered. One by one, brilliant specks of light flared white, then blinked out completely. No flame. No impact. Just… silence. As if some invisible hand were plucking the sky clean. Selene stood outside the camp's perimeter, staring upward. They had begun calling her the Keeper now—whispered first like a reverent rumor, then like a fact too heavy to deny. She hated how it felt. Not because it wasn’t true. 

The grove was silent.Not peaceful. Not calm. Just… still.As if the world held its breath, waiting for someone to speak the first word that would begin the next story.Selene stood in the center of the cracked stone circle, her body trembling with exhaustion. The air shimmered around her, laced with residual energy that hadn’t yet decided whether to fade or evolve. The spirit-thread blade had vanished—melted back into her veins—but its weight remained inside her.Rowan was at her side, silent. Watching. Guarding.It wasn’t over.Not yet.“Did we win?” Vera asked quietly. Her voice was steady, but her hands were clenched too tight around her twin blades.Selene didn’t answer.Because she didn’t know.Agnes stepped into the circle next, leaning heavily on her staff. “The rift is closed. The veil... repaired. Whatever that thing was—it’s gone.”“No,” Selene said. Her voice was hoarse, raw from screaming truths into the void. “Nyrix isn’t gone. Not entirely.”Rowan frowned. “But you dest

The place beyond names didn’t resemble a battlefield.It was quiet.Colorless.A pale, mist-draped expanse that stretched in every direction without a horizon. There were no landmarks, no trees, no stars. Just fog and silence.And Selene.She stood at the center of it all, barefoot on nothing, eyes hollow, a ghost made of what once was. Her hair floated like ink in water. Her body shimmered like it didn’t quite remember how to stay solid.Rowan stepped into the space with slow, deliberate steps. Each one echoed like a heartbeat in a world that had none.“Selene,” he called.She didn’t look at him.Didn’t blink.Didn’t breathe.He stepped closer. “You don’t know me right now. I get it. I knew you wouldn’t. But I’m here to remind you.”No response.Rowan dropped to one knee in front of her, reaching up to gently touch her hand. It was cold. Not physically—but spiritually. Like her fire had been extinguished from the inside out.He swallowed hard. “You’re Selene. You’re a bridge, a threa