Three days had passed since Selena vanished from the pack lands.
No one came searching.
No one asked where she went.
To them, she was already gone, a disgrace, a rejected mate unworthy of remembrance.
But they had no idea...
She was returning.
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Selena stood at the edge of the Bloodfang territory, her silver eyes glowing faintly beneath the hood of her cloak. The pain of rejection still echoed inside her but it no longer weakened her.
It fueled her.
Her once dull brown hair now shimmered with faint moonlight. Her aura had shifted—strong, ancient, untamed. Even the earth beneath her feet seemed to pulse with her presence.
> "I won't hide anymore," she whispered.
She stepped across the border.
Wolves on patrol caught her scent immediately. They rushed toward her with growls, but froze mid-step.
Something about her… wasn't normal.
> "Selena?" one of them asked hesitantly.
She pulled back her hood.
> "Is Damien home?"
The guard hesitated. "He's in the training yard. But"
> "Good," she cut him off and walked past, not waiting for permission.
Every step she took sent whispers flying. The weak girl who was rejected… was back. And she looked different dangerous.
When she entered the training yard, Damien was sparring shirtless with his Beta. His laugh echoed until he saw her.
His eyes widened.
> "Selena?"
She didn't flinch.
> "You said I was weak," she said, her voice calm. "Let's see if that's still true."
The pack fell silent.
He smirked. "You want to fight me?"
> "No," she said with a chilling smile. "I want to show you what you threw away."
Before he could react, her power burst outward, a wave of silver energy knocking everyone to their knees.
Even Damien.
And then she whispered the word
s that marked her return:
> "I am not your Luna.
I am the Moon's Chosen."