Semua Bab Fated by fire and fortune : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The chill of dawn clung to the air as Selene stood by the window of her room, watching the first pale light stretch over Bloodmoon Manor. The fire she had lit hours ago was little comfort against the cold settling deep in her bones.The rebellion had begun, but the weight of what that meant pressed heavily on her chest.A knock at the door startled her."Selene?" Liam’s voice came quietly.She turned, pulling her cloak tighter around her shoulders. "Come in."Liam entered, glancing around cautiously before shutting the door behind him. His sharp eyes landed on her, narrowing."You look like you haven't slept.""I didn’t," she admitted, her voice hollow.Liam’s expression softened slightly as he approached. "You met with Kieran last night, didn’t you?"Selene didn’t answer immediately, but the flicker of surprise in her eyes was enough."I know you, Selene," Liam added quietly. "And I know Kieran. So what did he say?"Selene hesitated, studying her longtime friend. Could she trust him

The forest clearing was still heavy with tension. The moon, once bright and sharp, now seemed dulled behind shifting clouds — as if even the night itself was holding its breath.Selene kept her eyes locked on Alaric as Kieran’s sword finally lowered, her heart pounding so hard it was a wonder Alaric couldn’t hear it.Blood dripped from Kieran’s side, staining his shirt, but he stood tall, his chin lifted in defiance. Around them, their loyal wolves closed in, a silent wall of strength.For the first time, Selene saw something she never thought she’d witness in Alaric — hesitation."You think you've won?" Alaric sneered, though his voice lacked its usual cold certainty.Kieran smirked, though there was pain behind his eyes. "Haven't we?" he said, glancing meaningfully at the wolves who now watched Alaric with barely veiled hostility.Selene stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Kieran. “The pack is tired of bleeding for your greed. You should pray we let you live, Alaric.

The night air was crisp, laced with the scent of pine and fresh earth as Selene stood on the balcony overlooking Bloodmoon’s lands. The moon hung low, glowing silver against the dark sky, casting light on the forest that now felt… different.It was done.She had fought. She had won.But the adrenaline had faded, and in its place, a heavy, aching silence settled over her.The wounds Damon had left on her body were healing, but the weight of leadership — the realization of what had just begun — was harder to soothe.Selene braced her hands against the balcony railing, breathing in the cool night air, trying to steady her racing thoughts.Behind her, soft footsteps echoed against the stone floor. She didn’t need to turn to know it was Kieran. She could feel him — his presence like a tether that steadied her in ways she hadn’t yet found words for."You should be resting," she murmured, not turning."So should you," Kieran said softly, moving to stand beside her.She glanced at him. His sh

The moon was high, casting pale silver light over Bloodmoon’s land, but Selene couldn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard that haunting howl from the Nightfangs. She stood at the edge of the forest, her arms wrapped around herself as the cold breeze tugged at her dark hair. Her wolf was restless under her skin, pacing, growling — ready to fight. Behind her, Kieran approached quietly. He didn’t speak at first, just stood beside her, watching the trees as if he could see through them to whatever waited in the shadows. “You should be resting,” he finally said, voice low and rough. Selene shook her head, her gaze hard. “I can’t. Not with them out there.” Kieran studied her for a long moment before he gently brushed his knuckles along her arm. “You’re carrying this whole pack on your shoulders. You don’t have to do it alone.” Selene looked up at him, her eyes searching his. “But I do, Kieran. If I show weakness now, if I falter even for a second — they’ll lose fai

The sun was high in the sky by the time Selene stood at the edge of Bloodmoon’s great hall, watching as wolves from neighboring packs arrived, their colors and scents filling the air with tension and unease.Selene’s warriors lined the perimeter, fully armed — a silent reminder that Bloodmoon would not tolerate weakness, not today.Beside her, Kieran stood tall, his eyes sharp as he scanned each arriving Alpha. On her other side, Elena and Marcus stood ready, both radiating quiet strength.“This is going to be a mess,” Kieran muttered under his breath as yet another Alpha arrived — Alpha Darius of the Stoneclaw Pack, a towering figure with a permanent scowl and sharp gray eyes that missed nothing.“They’ll test me,” Selene replied softly, her gaze never wavering. “But they’ll leave knowing exactly where I stand.”Kieran’s eyes slid to her, a small flicker of admiration in his expression. “Good.”As the last Alpha arrived, Alpha Rebekah of Nightshade, a cold and calculating woman with