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Three years later, the new capital of the Howling Wolf Tribe, "Twin Moon City," rose at the foot of the Eternal Night Mountains. The massive twin wolf totem pillars replaced the old statue of the Moon Goddess, with silver-white and dark red moonlight intertwining at the tower's peak to form an eternal ring of covenant. Selene stood on the suspended stargazing platform, watching her second son, Leon, chase after her eldest daughter, Luna. The wolf ears of both children shimmered in silver-blue and blood-red hues, a perfect blend of the Reverse Moon and the Wolf King.
"Be careful not to fall!" she called out with a smile, her hand instinctively resting on her slightly rounded belly. Ronan wrapped his arms around her from behind, his nose brushing against the newly formed Reverse Moon mark behind her ear—after three years of adjustment, this mark had transformed from a symbol of curse to a totem of rebirth in the werewolf world.
"Do you remember our first kiss in the Moon Goddess Temple?" His voice mingled with the night wind, carrying their unique rasp. "Back then, I thought a covenant was merely a tool to achieve our goals, but I never expected..."
"But I never expected you would kneel before the entire divine authority on the altar for me." Selene turned to him, her fingertips tracing over the new scar beneath his collarbone, a remnant from last year’s battle against the remnants of the Moon Goddess Temple.
Ronan captured her hand and pressed it to his lips: "I never expected you would use the power of the Reverse Moon to reveal the truth behind divine authority to all werewolves." In the distance, the howls of young wolves echoed; it was a new batch of awakened Reverse Moon Alphas undergoing their coming-of-age ceremony. Unlike Selene's time, they no longer needed to sacrifice to the Moon Goddess Temple but instead solemnly accepted their tribe's blessings beneath the twin moon totem.
Selene watched as Leon successfully summoned a translucent wolf tail for the first time while Luna ignited the torches on the stargazing platform with Wolf King fire.
"Father! Mother! Look at us!" Luna exclaimed excitedly, waving her burning tail while Leon shyly hid behind her, his silver-blue eyes reflecting the intertwined shadows of their parents. Ronan shook his head with a smile: "Luna's temper is becoming more like yours—just like when you dared to cut a priest's face with a silver blade on the altar."
"Leon is just like you," Selene teased as she pinched her son's wolf ear. "He clearly possesses Reverse Moon power but always thinks about solving problems in a Wolf King way." She suddenly recalled last month when Leon secretly burned a Reverse Moon mark onto a bully's paw using fire to protect an oppressed young wolf—that was a power only those with twin wolf king bloodlines could wield.
As night deepened, they lulled their children to sleep and sat side by side at the edge of the stargazing platform. Ronan's fingertips unconsciously traced Selene's palm, where remnants of burns from potion-making still lingered.
In the distance, voices from the newly established Academy of No Gods echoed as young werewolves studied ancient history that had been forbidden by the Moon Goddess Temple for a thousand years.
"What do you think future werewolves will say about us in a hundred years?" Selene leaned against Ronan’s shoulder, feeling his steady heartbeat. He chuckled softly: "Perhaps they'll say there was a foolish Wolf King who nearly tore down the dome of the Moon Goddess Temple for a Reverse Moon Alpha."
"Isn't it also because of that certain Reverse Moon Alpha," Selene playfully bit his chin, "who always likes to turn human on full moon nights and forces her Wolf King to stay up all night making her deer meat soup?" They exchanged smiles, memories flooding back to that stormy night when they first felt each other's wounds; now those scars existed like badges of honor.
As silver moonlight and blood moonlight converged in the sky, Selene’s Reverse Moon markings and Ronan’s Wolf King insignia glowed simultaneously, casting a complete twin wolf totem beneath their feet. This marked the 108th time in three years that both moons shone together and was also 1,095 days since werewolves had completely freed themselves from divine control.
"Do you remember our covenant?" Ronan suddenly spoke up, his eyes reflecting the brilliance of the twin moons. "Back then I said I would show you the most dazzling moonlight in werewolf history." Selene nodded, recalling how they had fought against divine authority on Blood Moon Night; every scar sparkled with freedom under moonlight.
"Now I want to tell you," he cradled her face in his hands and gently kissed her forehead under witness of both moons, "that what shines brighter than moonlight is what you've taught me—that true strength lies not in conquest but in acceptance—accepting one's own shadows, embracing one's lover's light, and welcoming all tribes into new possibilities."
Selene gazed into his eyes and suddenly realized that once cursed Reverse Moon Alpha had long since transformed through love and courage. Her blood was no longer a symbol of divine punishment but rather a spark of freedom; his Wolf King insignia was no longer a shackle of power but rather a badge of protection.
In the distance, new howls rang out—songs celebrating both moons and praising freedom. Selene knew their story would not be etched into any stone tablet dedicated to the Moon Goddess but would forever be passed down in bedtime stories for every young werewolf—about the Reverse Moon Alpha and the Howling Wolf King, about covenants and betrayals, about blood and redemption—all culminating in one phrase:
"When twin moons shine together, werewolf souls will no longer be fragmented because shadows and light are one entity—just as you and I are forever intertwined in this covenant."
As Ronan's kiss descended upon her lips, the brilliance of twin moons enveloped them on the stargazing platform, stretching their shadows long as if merging with distant twin totem pillars. This was not an end but rather a new beginning—a beginning for all werewolves embracing their complete selves.
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