All Chapters of The chosen luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Selene POVI learned that pain doesn’t come from the claws or the fangs of hungry predators. It doesn’t come from the cold stares of the pack nor from the cold night pressing in around me. No, true pain is betrayal.And right now, it’s staring right at me in the face.“Selene Blackwood, you are accused of treason against Blue moon Pack,” my mate, Alpha Killian, said, his voice cold.I raised my head to look at him. The eyes that once looked at me with affection now hold nothing but ice. My body froze in place. This isn’t happening. I shook my head refusing to believe what he just said.“Treason? Killian, you know I would never—”“Silence!” He said abruptly, sending shivers down my spine. “You were found meeting with rogues beyond our borders. What other reason would you have, if not plotting against your pack?” he glared at me and I swallowed hard.I looked around to see the pack members all with hatred written on their faces. I shook my head, “That’s not true,” I said, “I would nev

Selene POV They fully accepted me into their small group, taking me as one of them. Dara apologized for referring to me as a stray. She narrated her experience with other pack wolves and I wouldn't blame her if she had still refused to take me in.Riven was relentless, pushing me beyond my limits. Every morning, before the sun even broke through the trees, he forced me into drills — striking, dodging, countering. If I hesitated, he knocked me down. If I make mistakes, he makes me start over.“Pack life makes you soft,” he said after slamming me into the dirt for the third time that day. His breath was steady, while mine was ragged. "Out here, you have to be sharper, faster. You can't hesitate. Else you die.” He kept using the word, die, like it's some kind of situation he often encounters.I spat blood and dirt from my mouth and stood up, “I am not soft.”He smirked. “Then, prove it.”So I did.Day by day, I learned to move faster, to strike harder, to anticipate rather than react.

Selene POV Once, I was a leader, a title given by blood and tradition. I had been Killian’s Luna, standing beside him as his equal—at least, that’s what I had believed. I had led by his side, trusted his judgment, and cared for our pack as if they were my family.And they had thrown me away.Riven leaned against a fallen log, his arms crossed, his sharp eyes assessing Caleb sternly. Dara sat beside him, flipping a dagger between her fingers, staring keenly at him. Caleb knelt on the ground, watching me as if waiting for judgment.I wasn’t sure when they had started looking at me for answers.Maybe it had been the night I first stood my ground against a rogue attack. Or the day I refused to let any of us go hungry. Maybe it had been happening all along, and I had been too focused on surviving to notice.Now, survival wasn’t enough.Killian was preparing for war, and he wanted me dead.But we had a choice.I exhaled, stepping closer to the fire. “We can run,” I said, my voice even. “D