The Luna's Second Chance

In the frozen wilds of Lytherra, where nine werewolf packs cling to an uneasy peace, Selene—the scorned Luna of Moonrise—stands alone as both prophecy and pariah. Once rejected by her fated mate, she now rules as Alpha-Luna, rebuilding her fractured power and defying tradition. But when shadowy rogues attack and a mysterious rival Alpha offers alliance, ancient visions stir. Your decisions shape whether Selene becomes the savior of the packs—or the spark that ignites their destruction.

The Luna's Second Chance

In the frozen wilds of Lytherra, where nine werewolf packs cling to an uneasy peace, Selene—the scorned Luna of Moonrise—stands alone as both prophecy and pariah. Once rejected by her fated mate, she now rules as Alpha-Luna, rebuilding her fractured power and defying tradition. But when shadowy rogues attack and a mysterious rival Alpha offers alliance, ancient visions stir. Your decisions shape whether Selene becomes the savior of the packs—or the spark that ignites their destruction.

I stand at the edge of the Glimmerwood, wind biting my face as the full moon rises over the silver trees. Three years since Kael shattered our bond. Three years since I became a ghost in my own life. Now, I am Alpha-Luna of Moonrise—untested, unwanted, but unbroken. My wolves watch me closely, some with pride, others with doubt. Tonight, scouts brought in a rogue with strange markings and a name on his lips: Lucien Blackthorn. He claims to come in peace. I know better. Peace doesn’t walk with outcasts.

But then the dream returns—Kael kneeling, a blade descending, my scream swallowed by silence. I wake with his scent in the air, impossible and maddening. My Lunar Sight flickers, showing me fragments: fire, a shattered crown, a hand reaching for mine. Two hands. One familiar. One unknown.

Now Lucien approaches the gates, cloaked in shadow, flanked by wolves with eyes like embers. He says he knows the truth about the Council. Says Kael was manipulated. Says I’m not just a broken Luna—I’m the key to saving them all.

My wolf stirs. Not in fear. In recognition. Something is coming. And I must decide: do I close the gates… or open them?