All Chapters of Eclipsed Wolves: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Selene.”The moment Willow spoke her true name, the world fractured.She was no longer in the damp, suffocating cell.She was somewhere else.Somewhere she had been before.The air was thick with smoke and ash.The sky burned in shades of gold and crimson.The ground beneath her feet—scorched. Stained red with the blood of the fallen.She stood at the center of a war.Wolves lay slaughtered around her. Some still twitched, some still clung to life, but none would survive.And yet—she felt no fear.Because this was her war.And she was born for it. She was the reason for it. A voice cut through the chaos.“Selene!”She turned—and saw herself.No.Not herself.Her mother.A woman with wild red hair and piercing green eyes, her body covered in blood and battle scars.She was beautiful. She was terrifying.And in her arms—A child.A baby with fire in her veins.The child reached out, grasping at the smoke-filled air.And suddenly—Selene remembered.She was not just a Luna.She was not

He watched her carefully, his expression calm.Too calm.Because he had not yet decided if he had made a mistake.Selene sat motionless, her green eyes burning into him, her wrists raw from the silver cuffs that still held her. The chains dug into her skin, biting with every movement, but she gave no indication of pain. She didn’t flinch, didn’t shift, didn’t try to pull away.And yet—she looked nothing like a prisoner.She looked like a queen waiting for her moment to strike.The dim torchlight flickered across the stone walls, casting shadows that danced in eerie patterns. The room was silent, save for the occasional drip of water from somewhere unseen. But the true silence was between them. A silence thick with unspoken words, with tension stretched so tight it was suffocating.He had expected rage.Expected her to fight, to lash out, to demand answers.But she didn’t.She just watched.And smiled.Not a pleasant smile. Not the kind that spoke of kindness or mercy.No, this was som

The night wasn’t silent anymore. Theoden could hear his own breathing, his heartbeat, the pounding of his blood in his veins. Everything was louder, sharper—alive in a way it hadn’t been in years. No. Centuries. The memories still pulsed at the edges of his mind—flashes of war, of fire, of Selene’s tears as she reached for him one last time. His past. His truth. It had all been buried. Until now. “Alpha Theo—” Luka started, but Theoden spoke first. “I remember.” His voice was low, calm. But it hit the clearing like thunder. His warriors froze. Luka’s brow furrowed. “Remember what?” Darius, still catching his breath, frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?” Theoden inhaled slowly. Then—he looked them in the eye. “My name is Theoden.” Silence. A heavy, unnatural stillness. Luka took a step back. Darius let out a breath—a disbelieving, almost stunned laugh. “No.” He shook his head, eyes flashing. “No, that’s not possible.” One of the wa

The days blurred together. Three had passed, and still, Selene slept. Theoden barely left her side. When he did, it was only for the barest of moments—to shower, to grab food, though he had no appetite. He forced himself to eat anyway, because he knew she would be upset if she woke and found him wasting away. So he ate. Even a salad. She’d be so proud. He laughed softly to himself as he thought it. But the moment he was done, he was back at her side, back in that chair that had become his prison and sanctuary all at once. He never let her go untouched. A hand resting on her knee, fingers tangled in hers, lips pressed to her forehead. Always touching. Always reminding her that he was there. On the second day, he found a book of poetry she liked and began reading aloud to her. His voice was steady, deep, the words flowing into the stillness of the room, as if they could bridge the distance between them. He never stopped touching her as he read, his thumb absently tracing ci

The book lay open between them, the aged pages worn and delicate, the ink faded but still legible. The illustration stared back at them—two wolves beneath an eclipsed moon, one black, one white.Tangled together.Bound.Selene traced the image with her fingertips, her pulse thrumming in her ears. “The Wolves of the Eclipse,” she murmured, repeating the words as if saying them aloud would somehow bring more clarity. Theoden leaned in beside her, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the text. “What does it say?”Selene swallowed, scanning the ancient script. It wasn’t just a story. It was a warning.“In the beginning,” Selene read, “there were wolves born beneath the light of the sun, and there were wolves born beneath the silver glow of the moon. But once, only once, there were two born beneath neither.”She hesitated. Then continued.“Two wolves, one white as the first snowfall, one black as the void before dawn. They were born of both sun and moon, of night and day. Bound together not by