All Chapters of Eclipsed Wolves: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The trees thickened the deeper they walked, towering evergreens standing like ancient sentinels in the fading light. Each step was deliberate, each breath slow. Theoden walked just ahead of Selene, his eyes scanning the path, his senses stretched far beyond what was visible. Every shift of wind, every creak of branch, every rustle in the underbrush was filtered through the instinct that had kept him alive for centuries—even if he hadn’t known it until recently.“You feel that?” Atlas stirred in his mind, his voice low, wary.Theoden gave the faintest nod. “Yeah. It’s too quiet.”Selene walked beside him now, close enough that her shoulder brushed his. Her expression was unreadable, but Theoden could feel the tension in her limbs, the way her fingers twitched ever so slightly. She was listening too.“Nova?” she asked softly, eyes on the trees.“Something’s not right,” Nova murmured. “It’s like the forest is holding its breath.”Theoden turned his head slightly toward Selene. “We’re not

The morning light filtered through the canopy, soft and golden, but there was no warmth to it. The forest remained still, as if caught in a breath it couldn’t quite release. Selene sat on a fallen tree, her eyes fixed on the embers of their dying fire, her thoughts elsewhere.Nova stirred quietly in the back of her mind, not speaking. Just watching. Selene could feel her unease like a current beneath her skin, constant and restless.“You’re quiet,” Selene finally said.“Because I don’t trust him,” Nova replied. Her voice wasn’t sharp or angry—just deeply unsettled. “There’s something hollow in him, Selene. Something missing. Hollow. It’s not just a name.”Selene glanced toward the edge of the trees where Aylexelen stood, unmoving. He didn’t pace or fidget. He simply waited, like the forest itself. Still. Silent. Unreadable.“Do you think he’s lying?” she asked.Nova didn’t hesitate. “Not with his words. But he’s hiding something. His truth is only part of the story.”Selene swallowed

Aylexelen led them through a narrow gorge at the edge of the mountain range. The rock walls rose on either side, casting deep shadows across the forest path. The sky was overcast now, the light dim and pale, as though the world itself was withholding warmth.Selene trailed behind Aylexelen, her steps slow, deliberate. She could feel Nova pacing within her, a constant thrum of tension between her ribs.“He’s watching,” Nova murmured.Selene didn’t have to ask who. She’d seen the way Aylexelen’s eyes lingered too long, not with desire—but with calculation. Like he was measuring her for something.She glanced ahead. “Where are we going?”Aylexelen didn’t turn around. “There’s something I want you to see. Something that may help you understand your power.”Theoden moved up beside her, his voice low. “He mentions your power too often. I don’t like it.”She nodded. “And he never tells us what we’re walking into.”“That’s because he’s not walking into anything,” Atlas growled inside Theoden’

The moon hung low, half-hidden behind drifting clouds, casting pale slivers of light across the forest clearing. The fire had long since died, leaving only the quiet crackle of cooling embers. Theoden slept with one arm draped protectively over Selene’s waist, his breathing deep, steady. Selene stirred faintly beneath the blankets. Her mind drifted between sleep and waking, her body warm beside his. But then— The pain struck. It was sudden. Violent. Blinding. Her eyes flew open, but she couldn’t move. Her chest heaved, her limbs trembling beneath the weight of something she couldn’t see. Every breath was a razor. Every heartbeat sent waves of agony through her body. “Nova?” she screamed into her mind, but Nova didn’t answer. The connection was static—muted. Blocked. Selene’s throat worked, but no sound came out. Her voice had vanished, locked away with the rest of her strength. And then she saw him. Aylexelen. Standing just feet away. One hand extended toward her, glowing wi

Theoden didn’t speak at first. He just stared at her, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, as if afraid the vision of Selene sitting upright would fade if he blinked. Selene’s brow furrowed. “Theoden?” At the sound of her voice, he exhaled shakily and sank down onto the bed beside her. His hand found hers immediately, gripping it tightly—too tightly—but she didn’t pull away. She felt the tremble in his fingers, the tension in his shoulders. His eyes were shining. “I thought you were gone,” he said softly. Her lips parted, but he shook his head. “You’ve been asleep for almost a week, Selene. You wouldn’t wake up. No matter what I tried.” He drew in a ragged breath. “The doctors… they treated your wounds, but they weren’t healing. They were getting worse.” Selene’s chest tightened. “But I feel fine.” He gave her a look that was almost broken. A look that brought tears to her eyes. “You weren’t. Your breathing was getting shallower by the hour. You were slipping away, and