Theoden had always known he was a warrior. It wasn’t just instinct—it was who he was. It lived in his bones, in the way his hands curled into fists too easily, in the way his body anticipated battle before it even began.Selene had always been different. Even before she remembered, before she knew who she truly was, she had always carried something else. A presence. A stillness. A calm.Where Theoden burned, she soothed.Where he fought, she mended.They had always balanced each other, even without understanding why. But standing here, deep in the Silvercrest archives, staring down at the truth written in ancient ink, Theoden finally understood.It hadn’t been coincidence.It had been designed.Selene traced her fingers over the brittle parchment, her green eyes flickering as she read.“The Wolves of the Eclipse weren’t born,” she murmured. “They were created.”Theoden swallowed hard. He had already suspected as much, but hearing it spoken…Hearing the truth settle in her voice…It mad
Theoden and Selene had been searching for the truth. Now, it seemed, the truth had been waiting for them.The Silvercrest Alpha led them through the underground tunnels beneath the stronghold, deeper than any pack vault should go. Theoden could feel the weight of the stone above them, the centuries pressing down. They stopped before an iron door, untouched by rust, carved with markings that Selene recognized instantly.Her mother’s sigil.Theoden felt her breath catch beside him.“This isn’t just an archive,” she whispered.The Alpha nodded, stepping aside. “No one has entered this vault since it was sealed. No one but you was meant to.”He placed a heavy key into the lock, twisted, and the iron groaned as the door swung open. Inside was a room that had never seen the light of day. And within it lay the truth the Elders never wanted them to find.The vault was small, lined with shelves of ancient tomes, scrolls wrapped in silk, relics older than any known civilization. In the center o
Selene was ready to leave. Not in a few days. Not tomorrow. Now. The moment she stepped out of the vault, her heart was pounding, her mind racing. She didn’t care that they had just uncovered centuries of secrets. She didn’t care that she had barely slept, barely eaten.All she cared about was the hunt.The Elders had erased her mother. They had stolen everything. And Selene was ready to burn them to the ground. But Theoden had other plans.“We need to rest.”Selene whipped around, eyes blazing. “We don’t have time to rest.”Theoden was calm. Too calm. He stood just a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable.“The pack needs to prepare,” he said. “We need to prepare.”Selene shook her head. “I’m ready.”“No, you’re angry.”The words hit her like a slap. Selene clenched her fists. “I have every right to be angry.”“I didn’t say you didn’t.”Theoden took a slow step forward. “I’m saying that anger alone isn’t enough.”Her breath came fast, ragged. She didn’t
Theoden woke first.For the first time in centuries, he felt rested—truly, deeply rested. Not just physically, but in a way that settled into his bones, like his soul had finally clicked into place. Selene stirred beside him, her red hair spilling over the pillow, her breathing soft and even. He didn’t wake her—not yet. Instead, he lay there, watching her, letting the peace settle around him for just a moment longer. Then, as if sensing him, Selene’s eyes fluttered open. Green. Bright. Alive. She smiled sleepily. “You’re staring.”He smirked. “Can you blame me?”She stretched, groaning softly before rolling onto her side. “I feel…better. Rested.”Theoden nodded. “I know what you mean.”It was a new feeling, one neither of them had truly experienced in this life. Like the weight they had been carrying had shifted. It wasn’t gone—not even close. But now, it wasn’t just a burden.It was purpose.Selene sat up, rubbing her eyes. “I’m starving.”Theoden chuckled. “Then let’s eat.”The sce
Chapter Twenty-Six: Setting the TrapTheoden sat at the small wooden table, fingers drumming against the surface, his blue eyes narrowed in thought. Across from him, Selene leaned forward, elbows on the table, brows furrowed. The morning light streamed through the window, illuminating the tension between them.They had too many unanswered questions. Too many loose ends.“What do we prioritize?” Selene asked, voice steady but firm. “Tracking down my kidnapper or finding the hiding Elder?”Theoden exhaled, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Both are a threat. Both need to be dealt with.”Selene nodded. “But which one first?”Theoden studied her, his mind sorting through the options.“We know the Elders are hunting Cassiel. If they find him first, we’re done. They’ll perform the ritual, and we’ll cease to exist.” His voice was low, measured. “But whoever kidnapped you… he had a plan. He wasn’t working with them. He wanted you to remember—just enough for him to control you.”Selene shivered. “
Theoden stood in the doorway of their cabin, his blue eyes locked on the symbol carved into the dirt. The night air was crisp, but the chill that ran down his spine had nothing to do with the cold. Selene was beside him, her breath coming in quiet, steady exhales. He didn’t have to ask how she felt. He could sense it. Tension. Disquiet. A silent storm brewing behind her green eyes. She stared at the symbol, her fingers tightening into fists. “It’s fresh.”Theoden nodded. “He was here.”No footprints. No scent. No sign of approach or departure. But the symbol remained. A message.A warning.Selene exhaled sharply and turned back inside, rubbing her arms as if she could shake off the feeling that still clung to her skin. Theoden followed, closing the door behind them, his movements controlled but heavy.“He wanted us to see it,” Selene muttered, pacing. “He didn’t try to take me again. He didn’t attack. He just—” She gestured toward the door. “—left his mark.”Theoden leaned against the
At Theoden’s command, Darius, Luka, and a few Silvercrest warriors spread out, searching for the Hollow. A clue. Anything. Selene glanced around them nervously before stepping closer to the message. She ran her fingers over it and as she did she felt the force inside her burn more intensely. It was a subtle reaction. But she felt it.The others mind linked to report that they could not find him. Not even a clue. Theoden could still feel the lingering heat in his veins, the power stirring beneath his skin like an untamed fire. It wasn’t just a flicker anymore—it was alive, pulsing through his body, wrapping around him like an unseen force.And Selene—she felt it too.She stood before him in the dim light of the ruins, her green eyes bright, charged with something that hadn’t been there before. She had pressed a hand to her chest earlier, stunned by the force rippling from him, but now—now, she was changing too.Her breath was unsteady, her fingers flexing as if she could grasp the en
Theoden felt it in his bones.The power inside him was no longer just a whisper of something ancient—it was awake. Selene lay across from him in the dim light of the cabin, her green eyes bright, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The air around them pulsed with energy that had been sealed away for centuries. But now, there was no holding it back. And as the power inside him grew, so did hers. Selene shuddered, pressing a hand against her chest. “I feel… different.”Theoden stepped closer, his blue eyes searching hers. “Because you are.”Selene swallowed. “What is this? What are we?”Theoden lifted his hand, and without meaning to, fire flickered between his fingers. It wasn’t normal fire—it was gold, burning with the weight of something more than magic. And Selene—light shimmered over her skin, glowing softly, as if the power inside her had finally decided to take shape. Theoden clenched his jaw. “We’re what we were always meant to be.”But now they knew the truth—t
The woods were still this time of day. The kind of stillness that came not from silence, but from peace. Not the tense hush before a storm—but the exhale that follows one. Two wolves darted between the trees, pelts flashing silver white and black as they raced toward the river. Nova and Atlas—Selene and Theoden. They weren’t chasing anything anymore. Just the wind. Just the freedom they’d fought so hard to earn. They reached the river at the same time, skidding down the bank and crashing into the water with a roar of splashes and barked laughter. A few moments later, two smaller wolves barreled out of the woods, one dark gray with white paws, the other reddish-gold with eyes too clever for her age. Their children. Kael and Lyra. They tumbled into the shallows, wrestling their parents with soaked fur and wagging tails, before the whole family finally shifted back to human form, dripping and breathless. Selene grinned as she squeezed water from her hair. Theoden pulled her close, p
The earth felt still again. Not dead. Not dormant. Just… still. Like the world had exhaled for the first time in centuries and was finally resting. Selene stood at the crest of a hill just outside Silvercrest, the wind brushing through her hair. The sky was soft, the clouds drifting like whispers. Below her, warriors were gathering. Onyx wolves, Silvercrest wolves, and the remnants of what had once been scattered. Now, they were united. Whole. Behind her, Theoden walked up the hill, his steps quiet. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Ready?” he asked softly. Selene leaned back against him. “I think… I’ve been ready for this more than anything else.” He kissed her temple, slow and lingering. “Then let’s go home.” They returned to Silvercrest first, gathering their things, tending wounds, thanking those who had fought beside them. Cassiel had moved in with the pack. It seemed fitting for the last Elder to be with the pack that guarded t
Theoden stood at the base of the archway, staring up at the massive stone door. It towered above them, ancient and unmoving, but alive in a way that made his skin crawl. The markings etched into its surface pulsed faintly, like the thrum of a heartbeat buried in rock. This wasn’t just a door—it was a wound in the fabric of the world. And they were finally going to seal it. Selene stepped beside him, her fingers brushing against his. “I remember,” she whispered, her voice steady. “I remember the words. The symbols. The rhythm.” “So do I,” Theoden replied. The last time these words had been spoken, it was by a circle of Elders. But instead of sealing the door, they’d used the ritual to erase Selene and Theoden—trapping their souls outside of time, tearing them from the world. The Elders had feared the door, but more than that, they feared the ones born to protect it. This time, the ritual would not erase them. This time, it would fulfill its purpose. Selene turned to Luka and Da
Theoden sat beneath the silver light of twilight, his back resting against the base of a cracked pillar. Smoke still curled through the trees from what was left of the battlefield, and the earth beneath him was scorched, still warm to the touch. But the worst of the fire had passed. The world was still standing. He was still breathing. He closed his eyes, inhaling slowly as he pressed a hand over his chest, where the embers of Atlas’s flame had entered him. The skin there still burned faintly—not in pain, but with something deeper. Something sacred. “You should be resting.” Atlas’s voice drifted into his mind again. Still present. Still alive. Theoden smiled faintly. “I am.” “No, you’re brooding.” A breath of laughter escaped him, but it came out soft. Fragile. “Maybe.” A long silence passed between them. “You weren’t supposed to come back,” Theoden said finally. Atlas’s voice was steady, almost too calm. “Neither were you.” Theoden let his head fall back against the ston
Aylexelen shattered into light. It wasn’t like before—no scream of rage, no final attempt at vengeance. Just one long, drawn-out silence as Selene, Nova, and Atlas poured every last ounce of their power into him. The golden light from Selene’s chest merged with Nova’s brilliance and Atlas’ fire, converging like the universe itself had been holding its breath for this moment. And then—he was gone. Ash. Dust. Nothing. The silence that followed felt too heavy to be real. Selene stood there, barely breathing, her power still pulsing at her fingertips. Nova hovered beside her, glowing in her own separate form, but Selene didn’t feel triumphant. She didn’t feel relief. She felt…something. Wrong. Her chest twisted. She turned. And her world collapsed. Theoden was lying in the dirt. Not moving. Not breathing. “No—” His skin was pale. His lips parted just slightly. His beautiful blue eyes—those eyes that had stared into hers with fire and love and life—were closed. And the b
The battlefield was glowing. Golden light and blazing fire twisted through the smoke, dancing across the scarred earth like twin storms. Nova and Atlas moved as if they had always existed separate from their hosts, as if their power had always belonged to this plane. They were magnificent—unstoppable. One, a shimmering beacon of celestial light, the other a relentless inferno tearing through darkness. Selene and Theoden stood at the center of it all, the door looming behind them. A structure ancient beyond measure. Carved from obsidian stone, humming with quiet power. And standing before them—Aylexelen. His silver eyes shone with amusement. And beneath it, something else. Hunger. He raised a hand, and the corrupted creatures that slithered and crawled behind him surged forward. But they didn’t reach Selene or Theoden. Atlas shot through the front line, a living flame ripping into the monstrous shapes, burning them into nothing. Nova followed a second later, glowing so brightl
The world tilted sideways.Selene sucked in a ragged breath, blinking through the haze clinging to her eyes. Her ears rang with silence—not peace, but a high, slicing stillness that felt like it might shatter under its own weight. Every nerve in her body screamed from the inside out, but she was alive. She was whole. Somehow.Beside her, Theoden stirred with a sharp groan, his face twisted in confusion, pain etched into every line. His chest rose in heaving, uneven gasps as he dragged himself upright, eyes wide and searching.They were alive.But the world around them didn’t feel like the one they’d left behind.The sky above rippled with the dying light of the eclipse, pale gold bleeding into deep blue like the horizon hadn’t yet decided what time it was. The ground beneath them was scorched, cracked open in jagged veins of heat, still pulsing with something that didn’t belong. Something other.Selene tried to stand, but her legs shook beneath her. Theoden steadied her instinctively
“Watch out!” Selene barely had time to dodge. A rogue lunged at her from the right—jaws wide, eyes feral—but Theoden was already there, fire lashing from his hand in a controlled arc. It caught the rogue midair, burning him to ash before he hit the ground. “Two more incoming!” Theoden shouted. Selene pivoted, golden light already pulsing at her fingertips. She sent a wave of power crashing into the approaching wolves, flinging them backward like broken dolls. The ground was slick now. Mud and blood mixed beneath her boots. War was no longer a word. It was a smell. A sound. A rhythm in her bones. “Fall back!” Luka’s voice roared through the smoke. “Darius, come on!” The two warriors appeared out of the chaos, bloodied but still fighting, retreating toward Selene and Theoden’s position. Luka skidded to a halt beside her, panting, blood dripping from a gash above his eye. “We can’t hold the line.” Darius crashed in a second later, barely on his feet. “This is insane! They just
It began with screaming. Selene jolted upright, heart hammering, as a deafening howl ripped through the trees. Theoden was already on his feet, eyes glowing, pulling her up beside him before the echo faded. They weren’t at the front. Not this time. They were at the back—the last line of defense. The door rose behind them, carved into the cliff, ancient and closed. For now. Its weight pressed against their minds, humming with silent, dormant power. War had come. They turned. The clearing ahead was already chaos. Rogues flooded from the trees like a tidal wave—snarling, clawing, feral. Selene could barely count how many. Dozens. Hundreds. Too many. Onyx and Silvercrest warriors met them with a battle cry, forming a wall of teeth and steel. Luka and Darius were there—at the center of the line, side by side, holding firm. But already, the field was slick with blood. Selene’s eyes tracked a young warrior—barely out of his teens—slashing with trembling hands before being tackled