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The station reeked of rust and mold and old blood. “There’s a nest nearby,” Selene said casually, stretching one arm behind her head. “Not big. Six or seven roamers. Enough to practice.” Aria groaned. “Do I get a knife?” “Nope.” “A taser?” Selene smirked. “You get me.” “You’re not a weapon.” Selene stepped in, brushing hair behind Aria’s ear. “I’m every weapon.” Aria blinked fast, throat dry. “Okay, that was unfairly hot.”

She had a rough past with them as much as she couldn't deny the good old times and she is trying her possible best to avoid the ugly side of the past from repeating itself. Selene was a lovely girl, she was also a good friend to Celia. It's been long Celia had a companion, one who is not even human but of her kind. They had a mother and daughter kind of connection. Selene loves reading stories and any book she could get her hands on, it helped in widening her horizon and made her to understand alot of things that would need experiences to comprehend basically.

From the southern gate, Selene glided into view—calm, serene, ghostlike. Her gown shimmered in hues of pale blue and soft lavender, embroidered with moons and silver clouds. Her eyes were a gentle shade of violet, unreadable and ancient. She didn’t walk so much as float, her bare feet never quite touching the ground. She carried no weapon. Her power, they said, lived in illusion, dreams, and bending the world into her own silent lullaby. The two stood across from one another, the battlefield hushed. One was radiant. One was moonlit. One burned. One glowed.

And there, standing atop a pile of concrete rubble and twisted rebar, was Selene. She didn't look like the sister I had tried to save in the Archive. Her skin was as pale as bone, and her hair had turned a dark, midnight blue that seemed to swallow the light. She wore armor made of solidified shadows—jagged and sharp—and in her hands, she held a crown of thorns that pulsed with a slow, rhythmic red light. "Selene?" I whispered. My voice felt small in the vast, ruined landscape. Rowan stepped forward, his body shielding mine. He was limping, his armor cracked, and his face was a map of exhaustion and blood. But his eyes were fixed on the woman on the hill with a lethal intensity.

Theodore watched Liara taking selfies with her professors and all those because of which she was in this position today. He stood at the side and watched everyone and everything around him. “I see; you have stopped complaining about your life,” He heard a female’s voice. He turned his head and saw Selene, whom everyone called as Moon Goddess or Mother Selene. She looked like a young lady was eighteen years old. He doubted that she was just eighteen. “If you want to thank me for not complaining, then there…she is the reason behind it,” Theodore responded in anger and signaled her toward Liara.

I knew that scent. "You’re thinking again, Alaeric," Selene said, her voice smooth and confident. I sighed, turning to look at her. Selene was beautiful, everyone said so. She was a powerful she-wolf, a warrior’s daughter, and she had been trained since birth to be a Luna. On paper, she was perfect. Marrying her would bring peace to our borders and give my pack the stability it needed. "The Elders are asking for a date, Alaeric," she continued, stepping closer.

Selene’s phone vibrated inside her pocket interrupting their conversation, a text message came. “Oh my gosh!!” Selene exclaimed excitedly. “What? What is it?” Faye tried to look over her phone. Selene turned her screen for them to see. “I got a commission!” she said, overjoyed. “Wow, five paintings? That’s a headache!” Calix commented. “And I personally have to see what I’m going to paint. Like a live painting I’ve always wanted to do that!” Selene was smiling from ear to ear, delighted with the news.

Jacob replied to me. "Now who the hell is Selene, damnit?" I asked him. "Selene is the Moon Goddess; she is the mother and the creator of our wolves— she made us!" Ronald replied to me. I stared at them in disbelief, trying to process the information they just gave me and wondering how it was even possible. As I looked at their serious faces, I realised that this was not a joke and that my world had just been turned upside down. "Selene sensed the war in the future and made you stop those wars with your powers!" Jacob said while moving his fingers and stepping close to me.

I frowned, annoyed at the second intrusion. “Enter,” I barked. An aide stepped into the room, his face filled with urgency. He bowed quickly, holding a folded note in one hand. “Sir, I have important information regarding Selene’s whereabouts.” I exchanged a glance with Brent before leaning forward. “We already know where she is,” I said with a hint of impatience. “She’s hidden at the old cabin deep in the western woods of the Blue Moon Pack. Brent’s informant just confirmed it.” The aide looked puzzled but quickly shook his head. “Forgive me, sir, but that information is incorrect. I’ve received confirmation from another source. Selene is being held at the outpost near the eastern border of

This is perfect. I check my phone again, memorizing the room number, and head inside. The hallway smells of smoke. Obviously, many dangerous people often visit here to live freely with their lifestyle and catch fun. I knock once on the door and it swings open almost immediately. Sebastian stands there, filling the doorway. His lips curved out a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. His eyes lock onto mine, cold and piercing, his beta aura hitting me. It’s cold and dangerous, but I don’t show fear. I’m Selene, future Luna.