Selena
I stood at the edge of the cliff, gazing at the full moon hanging high in the sky, its light casting a glow over the memories and hopes that filled my heart. Once, I was a ruler with boundless power. My blood carried an ancient legacy, making me untouchable by time or the laws of the mortal world. But everything changed the day that pact was made.
I remember it vividly-the darkened skies, the rumbling echoes of an agreement that bound me to a cruel fate. As part of a fragile truce between the werewolves and other supernatural beings, my powers were sealed away. I descended to the earth, reduced to an ordinary being-a werewolf stripped of her regal aura. At that moment, I felt hollow, as though a piece of my soul had been torn away.
And yet, even in the shadows, I found a glimmer of hope. His name lingered in my mind-Silas. He was not just a formidable Alpha but the key to my restoration. I had to make him accept me as his mate, binding our souls together in an unbreakable bond. Only then could my powers return, freeing me from this mortal constraint.
But my hope wasn’t only about reclaiming my strength. There was something about Silas that made my heart race-a pull I couldn’t explain, something that called to me in ways I had never experienced before. Was this destiny, or merely a part of a grand plan set forth by the universe?
I knew the path ahead would be treacherous. Silas was not a man easily won over, and I was a wolf who had lost her fangs. Yet, I refused to surrender. With the moon as my witness, I vowed to reclaim my power, rediscover my true self, and rewrite my fate to make it my own.
The bond between Silas and me was more than a mate connection; it was a sanctuary, a home I never thought I’d find. Over the centuries, we had built a life together, a tapestry of love and partnership that had grown stronger with each passing year. Yet, even now, I sometimes marvel at how different we were-and how perfectly we fit.
Silas was everything I wasn’t: strong, commanding, unyielding. Where he stood as the unwavering shield of the pack, I was the quiet voice of reason. He had taught me so much, not just about survival but about what it meant to truly live.
When Silas first began training me, I had been hesitant. My past as Moon Goddess had left me unsure of my worth, especially as the Luna of such a powerful pack. But Silas believed in me in ways I couldn’t yet believe in myself.
“Again,” he said, his voice firm but not unkind, as I stood panting on the training field. The wooden staff in my hands felt impossibly heavy, my arms trembling from exhaustion.
“I can’t,” I whispered, lowering the weapon.
“You can,” he countered, stepping closer. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, the world around us faded. “Selena, you’re stronger than you think. Trust me.”
His faith in me was unshakable, and that was what kept me going. Day after day, he pushed me to my limits, teaching me not just to defend myself but to command my own strength. And slowly, I began to feel it-the power within me that I had never known existed.
As I grew stronger, I began to see how much Silas leaned on me in ways he would never admit.
There were nights when the weight of leadership bore down on him, and I could see it in the way his shoulders tensed and his gaze grew distant. Those were the nights I would find him on the balcony of our chambers, staring out at the forest below.
“You’re brooding again,” I teased softly, stepping behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist.
He exhaled, his hand covering mine. “It’s hard not to. There’s always something-a threat, a decision, a mistake I can’t afford to make.”
“You don’t have to bear it all alone,” I said, resting my head against his back. “Let me share the weight.”
He turned to face me, his eyes softening as he cupped my cheek. “You already do, Selena. More than you know.”
In those moments, I realized my role wasn’t just to stand beside him as his mate. It was to remind him of the man beneath the Alpha, the man who needed as much care and love as he gave.
Our love wasn’t all trials and responsibilities. We had built a life rich with joy, filled with moments that made eternity feel like a gift.
I’ll never forget the first time we hunted together under the full moon. The forest was alive with the symphony of the night, and Silas’s wolf was a blur of power and grace as he chased down a stag. I followed at a distance, my heart pounding with exhilaration.
When he finally caught his prey, he shifted back, his silver hair glinting in the moonlight. He grinned at me, his face flushed with victory.
“Your turn,” he said, tossing me a challenging look.
I laughed, shifting and darting into the trees. Though I wasn’t as fast or strong as him, I managed to outmaneuver a doe, bringing it down with a mix of determination and luck. When I shifted back, Silas was there, his expression a mix of pride and amusement.
“I knew you had it in you,” he said, pulling me into his arms.
Moments like that-running through the woods, laughing under the stars-were the threads that wove our bond even tighter.
As the years passed, I found my place not just as Silas’s mate but as the Luna of the pack.
I had never been a warrior, but I had something else to offer: wisdom. The pack looked to me for guidance in ways that surprised me. When disputes arose, I was often the one to mediate, my calm demeanor soothing tempers that Silas’s dominant presence might have inflamed.
One of the younger wolves, Lylia, came to me one afternoon, her eyes red from crying.
“Luna,” she said hesitantly, “I… I don’t think I belong here.”
Her words struck a chord, reminding me of my own insecurities when I first joined the pack.
“Why do you feel that way?” I asked, guiding her to sit beside me.
“I’m not strong like the others,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I keep failing in training, and everyone looks at me like I’m a burden.”
I took her hand in mine, squeezing it gently. “Strength isn’t just about muscles or speed, Lylia. It’s about resilience. It’s about finding your place and your purpose, even when it feels impossible.”
She looked at me, hope flickering in her eyes. “Did you ever feel that way?”
“Every day,” I confessed, smiling softly. “But I had someone who believed in me, and I learned to believe in myself. You’ll find your strength, too. And until then, you have me.”
Moments like that made me realize how much I had grown. I wasn’t the scared, broken wolf Silas had found in the forest. I was a Luna-a leader in my own right.
Under Silas’s leadership and my guidance, our pack became one of the most respected among the werewolf nations. We were strong, united, and deeply loyal to one another.
At gatherings with other packs, I often noticed the way they looked at Silas-with awe, fear, and respect. But it was the way Silas looked at me that mattered most.
No matter how many years passed, his gaze never wavered, never lost the fire of our first connection. And though I knew we would face more challenges, more battles, I also knew that our love would endure.
Because Silas and I weren’t just mates.
We were eternal.