The village lay quiet beneath the broad light of the full moon. Fog filled the quiet streets of the village. The whisper of wolves, so common in the forests, had vanished—as if nature itself held its breath. No noise could be heard coming from any homes within the villagers. The only noise was that made by the whispering wind.
Aeron, Selene and Mingi were on their way to the Greek park when within the space of ten seconds, Selene jumped on Aeron and told Mingi to run. He hesitated and she insisted. He ran as fast as he could. Aeron pushed her to the ground but Selene got up again. Fists were flying around when Aeron put a dagger to Selene's neck but she gave out a little smirk which was like a mock. Of course Aeron couldn't harm the bride-to-be of his Alpha.
They walked and after a while arrived at the Greek park.
Selene stood at the edge of the woods, her eyes locked on the clothings of the Greek Pack warriors marching past the outer border. Tension and displeasure crawled up her skin, the air feeling tight as if having a gas which choked her.
She was there to discuss issues of their treaty which was to be implemented in their upcoming marriage. When Lucian attempted to ask any questions about Mingi, she quickly blocked them and when she was done, she was escorted to her pack, but alongside some Greek pack soldiers who wanted to carry out their patrol.
It was the fourth time that week Lucian had sent a patrol closer than necessary. Too close.
"You should rest," Alia's voice murmured at her side. The loyal Beta had kept pace all evening, scanning for danger with that quiet steel in her gaze.
"I can't," Selene replied. "Something's coming. I can feel it."
Alia said nothing. She trusted Selene's instincts, as all the pack did. But there were whispers—of witches and shadows, of old prophecies stirring again. And of the human with the ancient blood. Alia hadn't spoken of what she'd seen the night Selene returned from the border injured. But she had her suspicions.
Selene inhaled deeply and turned away from the path. Her heart beat unevenly—not from the scouts, not from the threat of Lucian—but from the memory of the man who haunted her sleep: Mingi Hart.
Miles away, Mingi gripped the worn pages of the old journal Cassian had finally given him.
It felt like the ink which was used to write her story faded in some areas. But those areas refused to be completely ignored.
Mingi had read it over and over, trying to decipher the broken Latin scrawled in the margins. A single phrase repeated: "Descendant of the Moonborn shall awaken beneath silver fire."
He glanced toward the window. The moon was full. The silver fire?
"Cassian," he said without turning, "what am I?"
His guardian stood silently behind him, arms crossed. "You're a man. But you're also something more."
"That doesn't help." He replied.
"Then stop reading legends and start remembering your instincts," Cassian said, his voice low. "Do you really think it was an accident you found her in the woods? The wolf-girl?"
Mingi frowned. "She wasn't just some girl. There's something about her I can't—" He cut off. "I shouldn't have seen her again. But I did. In the market. Just for a second."
Cassian looked away, jaw tense. "Then she's not done with you yet."
That night, Selene wandered the forest under the moonlight, unable to sleep. Her wolf stirred restlessly beneath her skin. She needed clarity, solitude—but the trees carried memories.
She stepped carefully, her bare feet pressing into soft moss. Then she paused.
A scent.
Her heart stopped.
Human.
Familiar.
She turned sharply—and there he was.
Mingi.
He wasn't supposed to be here. Not this deep into Taylor territory. But the way he stared at her—like he'd been searching for her too—told her fate hadn't finished weaving its cruel thread.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, voice sharp.
"Following the moon," he answered, half a joke, half a truth.
She didn't smile.
"You shouldn't be here."
"I know. But I think we need to talk."
"About what? How I nearly died? Or how I rejected you?"
"No," he said. "About this. Us."
Selene took a step back, her hands curled into fists.
"There is no us. You're human."
"I'm not," he said quietly.
The words stopped her.
"What did you say?"
"I'm not just human. I don't know what I am, not completely. But you know it too. You felt it the moment you saw me."
Her eyes flashed gold. The wolf within her snarled at the truth.
"Even if that's true, I've made my choice."
"No, you made a sacrifice. That's not the same thing."
His words pierced deeper than she expected.
She didn't answer.
And then the wind changed.
It was sudden—violent. Trees bent. Birds screamed and fled. A ripple passed through the earth.
Selene's head snapped up. Then she looked at him again "what do you want?"
"Why can't I just shake everything off? Why do I think I have a connection with you? I just need answers"
" For the past few days all I can see is myself rotating in a circle around you" he continued.
"Go home Mingi I have no answers".
As she turned,
A dark figure stepped from the shadows—robes billowing, eyes glowing violet.
Lady Sorenna Duskbane.
"How quaint," the witch whispered, her voice like poisoned honey. "The wolf and the human. The Moon and the Forgotten. How very... tragic."
Mingi took three steps back.
"I'm not here to interrupt your little talk."
Sorenna smiled.
"I want to have a little talk with you little alpha girl." Serena said while looking at Mingi
She raised her hand—and the sky fractured.
Selene barely had time to scream before the light swallowed them whole.
The witch had just cast an ancient spell, separating Selene and Mingi into different realms—dr
eamscapes designed to torture them with visions of what could have been. Only by finding each other in the false world.