All Chapters of The Lunar Selection Games : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

CLAIRAELLE'S POV I found Elara asleep when I arrived at the hospital that afternoon.She looked even paler than she had the day before. Her dark hair was spread across the pillow, and the blanket covered her up to her chest. The sight of her made the anger I'd been holding inside give way to something much worse.Fear.I sat beside her bed and took her hand.Her eyes opened slowly.“Clairaelle?” Her lips curved into a small smile. “You look terrible.”I gave a small laugh. “Thank you. I was going for beautiful and mysterious.”“You missed both.”“That's the thanks I get for visiting you?”She squeezed my fingers, but her smile faded when she noticed the papers in my lap.“What's that?”I hesitated.I had spent the entire journey rehearsing how to tell her. Every version sounded awful.“I'm entering The Selection Games.”She stared at me.Then she shook her head. “No.”“Elara—”“No, Clairaelle. Absolutely not.”“Let me explain.”“You don't need to. I've seen those games on television.

CLAIRAELLE'S POV For a second I thought I had imagined his eyes softening for a millisecond before returning to the normal coldness. Then he walked closer toward me, and the air in the narrow space changed. My pulse jumped.He stopped a just few steps away again. Close enough that I had to tilt my head to meet his eyes. Golden. Unreadable. Cold.“Human?” he asked.His voice was low, controlled, and dangerously attractive. But there was no warmth in it.The word hung between us.Something flickered in his expression—too fast to name—before it vanished.“A human,” he repeated. The way he said it made the word sound small. “I can't believe this happened now. Of all places and time. And to someone like you.” he sounded angry.My throat tightened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“You felt it too, didn't you?” His voice stayed quiet, but there was an edge under it now. “The bond snap. I saw it on your face.”Bond? Like the famous mate bond that existed between supernatural beings

CLAIRAELLE’S POVThe courtyard in front of the castle gates was wide enough to hold every remaining candidate with room to spare.Three hundred and twenty of us stood in uneven rows under the late afternoon light. Pale stone walls rose high on every side. The banners moved in the wind. Guards lined the steps leading up to the main entrance, their armor catching the sun in sharp flashes.Savannah stood on my left, her arms loosely crossed. Zelda was on my right, her black hair with green highlights tucked carefully over her ears. A few rows ahead, the blonde werewolf from the train—wavy hair, sharp gold eyes—stood with her two friends. They looked completely at ease, as if the castle already belonged to them.A woman walked to the front of the gathering and stopped.She was tall and strongly built, with black hair pulled into a severe knot and golden eyes that missed nothing. Her face was sharp and stern.“I am Madam Jacqueline Torringail,” she said. Her voice carried cleanly across th