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Selene sat on the couch, Jonah cradled in her arms, and stared out the window at the late afternoon sun painting the sky in shades of gold and amber. For a moment, the world outside seemed peaceful, serene even, but inside her, a storm of thoughts swirled. The past year had been relentless—her grandfather’s death, the manipulative behavior of Daniel, the judgmental whispers from relatives who should have supported her. Yet, in the quiet, Selene felt a tiny spark of something new: independence.

10. “A drastic plan? Tell me about it?” Selene knew Artemis to be pretty dark and cunning. She was the most quiet among the gods but she was good with hunt and very cunning. She was also a master at making deadly plans. She and Artemis usually got along since she was the moon goddess and Artemis was also associated with the moon. “How about we turn him into a bunny?” She asked and Selene frowned. “Come on, Artemis! This isn't a time to joke around. I really need to draw his attention.” She complained.

Selene, with her gentle heart and radiant beauty, had always been a source of comfort and strength for him. Selene was a vision of grace and elegance, her form delicate yet strong. Her skin glowed with a soft, silvery light, and her long, flowing hair shimmered like moonbeams. Her eyes, a striking shade of midnight blue, held a depth of compassion and understanding that few could match. She moved with a fluidity and grace that seemed almost otherworldly, her presence bringing a sense of calm and peace to all who were fortunate enough to be in her company.

She went over and gave Killian a quick hug, just to assure that she would come back to him. Killian hugged her back and left a soft kiss on her forehead. Every nerve in his body was tense, and he wished he could take this challenge for her. They knew they did not have much time, so they stayed in each other's arms just for a few seconds before they let go. Without wasting another second, Selene stepped into the portal. A warm light surrounded her as she entered a realm filled with floating embers. At the center stood the First Flame, glowing silver like molten moonlight. When she approached, the fire reacted to her presence and revealed visions from her past.

They were gone now, off to write their own stories, to carve their own destinies in the tapestry of the universe. But as long as there were stars in the sky and light in the world, Jolene knew that Selene and Helios would never truly be apart from her. For they were her children, her sun and her moon, her eternal companions in the dance of creation. As Selene and Helios embarked on their journey to Earth, Jolene felt Apollo's comforting embrace wrap around her shoulders, anchoring her to the present moment. She leaned into him, finding solace in his familiar warmth, his presence a soothing balm to her soul.

Lyanna slept in her cradle nearby, her silvery aura pulsing gently with every breath. Then the door opened, and Selene entered. Her presence silenced the room. She wore a cloak woven with silver threads that shimmered like liquid starlight, and her eyes glowed faintly, holding the kind of wisdom that felt older than time. The staff she carried hummed with quiet energy, runes shifting across its length as if alive. “I know you have questions,” Selene began softly, her voice both comforting and unsettling. “Tonight, you will have your answers. But know this truth is rarely kind.”

Kaelen had spent the better part of his life commanding power, loyalty, and truth. But as he sat alone in his study that night, staring at the flame of a single candle, he realized there were still too many shadows in his own house — shadows wearing familiar faces. Selene’s behavior had changed drastically since the Blood Moon. She no longer sought his company as often; instead, she disappeared for hours, sometimes entire nights. When she returned, her eyes glowed faintly — a strange, unnatural amber instead of the usual storm-gray.

There's a manual booklet on how to use too" The tatted one slides a small booklet across her. Selene chuckles and wrap her finger around the trigger, pointing it at him. She cocks her head and grinned. The tatted one shifts on his feet. "It's loaded" He says calmly and she snickered. "I don't think I need the booklet... action series has always being my best genre" She smirked at their surprised faces. If they knew she was Selene, they showed no signs of it. "Thanks boys" She says and shoves it inside her bag, before striding out of the stuffy room in the abandoned warehouse. She brings out her phone as it dings, she swiped at the screen as she stared at the address he sent to her. Good boy.

He got up and made his way back to his desk, then gave his simple and blunt reply, “Then it was not Selene's plan, Son.” Selene was the name of our moon Goddess. Legends had it, that she planned out all of our future mates. She tried to pair up one werewolf with another that would complement them perfectly and make them stronger. It was said that she picked out the most ideal person for you, so that your bond would never be broken.

Selene Being the Moon Goddess isn't always full of moonshine and puppies. I would love it if it were, but more often than not, it's about creating unions that are the best for the future. Sometimes, I'm wrong. And sometimes, the werewolves I pair together reject one another for their own personal reasons. With each failed bond, an unwanted rift is created .... and back to the drawing board I go.