All Chapters of Eclipsed Wolves: Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

Theoden’s breath burned. His chest rose and fell in hard, fast bursts, his body slick with sweat and blood. Around him, the battlefield seethed with chaos—twisted roots, scorched earth, broken stone. He didn’t hear the screams anymore. Only the hum of power behind his ribs. Only the fire that refused to burn out. He was a warrior. Created for war. His every breath a weapon. His every movement a calculated strike. Atlas pulsed in his chest like a second heartbeat. Their minds were fused, indistinguishable. The beast inside him didn’t just want blood—it demanded justice. Demanded vengeance. And Selene— Selene was light incarnate. Golden light streamed from her, her hair swirling in the storm of her own power. Her eyes no longer green, but glowing gold, so bright they blurred the edges of her face. She wasn’t just wielding her power. She had become it. Together, they were incandescent. Theoden’s fire twisted upward, coiling around her glow like a crown. His skin flared with go

Selene had never been this tired. Not even after the ritual that had erased her existence. Not even after remembering everything. Not even after fighting side by side with Theoden against the Elders and nearly dying. No, this was something deeper. Heavier. Her body no longer ached, not physically. The burns had faded, the cuts healed, and her strength had returned. But her mind—her heart—felt frayed, like every breath was laced with invisible threads pulling her in too many directions. She stood in the doorway of the cabin they’d returned to after the battle, her hand gripping the frame like she needed it to stay upright. Theoden noticed immediately. He crossed the room in seconds and gently brushed her hair back from her face. “You’re shaking.” “I’m fine,” she lied, forcing a tired smile. He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “You look like you’re about to pass out.” “I said I’m fine,” she said again, wobbling slightly. He caught her before she could fall. “Selene.” H

Later that evening, the fire crackled softly in the hearth. Theoden sat in the corner chair, legs stretched out in front of him, eyes half-lidded as he absently twirled a dagger between his fingers. The motion wasn’t threatening—just familiar, something to do with his hands while his mind worked through things. Selene sat cross-legged on the rug, several scrolls and papers spread out in front of her. Darius was lying on his stomach nearby, flipping through a stack of old maps, though from the bored expression on his face, he might as well have been reading a soup recipe. Luka sat in the armchair opposite Theoden, one leg crossed over the other, nursing a cup of herbal tea. He was reading slowly through a worn, leather-bound journal that looked like it might disintegrate with one wrong breath. “Alright,” Darius said suddenly, holding up one of the maps. “Tell me this isn’t just a drawing of someone’s really confused attempt at a potato.” Selene glanced over. “It’s a depiction of t