Selena woke with a sharp gasp, drenched in sweat. Her body ached, her feet bruised from running barefoot through the forest. The cold earth beneath her was hard and unwelcoming, but not nearly as harsh as the pain in her chest.
The rejection still echoed in her soul like a scar carved into her very being.
But something was different.
The air around her shimmered faintly, glowing with soft silver light. She sat up slowly, her heart pounding not in fear, but in awareness.
> "Where am I?" she whispered.
A breeze stirred the trees, and a gentle voice spoke, not aloud, but directly into her mind.
> "You are on sacred ground, Selena."
She turned around, and there—standing at the edge of the clearing, was a woman clothed in light. Her eyes glowed like the moon, and her hair flowed like liquid silver.
> "Moon Goddess?" Selena whispered, trembling.
The divine figure nodded.
> "You have been cast aside by one who was never worthy. But your suffering was never a punishment, it was a preparation."
Selena's lips parted, her breath catching in awe.
> "You were born not to be a Luna," the Goddess continued, her voice steady and powerful, "but to awaken the ancient blood that sleeps within you. You are of the First Bloodline, my chosen."
A sudden warmth surged through Selena's chest, like a heartbeat that wasn't hers. Her veins pulsed with silver light, and her bones vibrated with energy.
She cried out, not in pain, but in power.
She could feel it. Her wolf, reborn. Stronger. Wilder. Divine.
> "What… what is happening to me?" she gasped.
> "You are awakening," the Moon Goddess said softly. "And your
enemies will soon regret ever breaking you."