orest leaves, barefoot, blood streaked, and looking like she belonged to another world. She didn't speak more than a word, her eyes wild with pain and exhaustion. Still, something in her gaz

oison or danger. She barely spoke, only murmuring her name: "Selara." He found it beautiful, yet strangely ancient. She thanked him without words, only nods and lingering stares. And whe

crossed over from the cursed woods. Something powerful. She didn't believe in fairy tales or "creatures of the moon" as the old texts described them. But her instincts, sharp and deadly from years of

t. The human world was quieter, but it was no safer. Her presence here could disrupt the fragile balance between realms. She was a Luna without a pack, a warrior without magic, and now... a woman