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Ronan turned his face away, his ears slightly reddening. "My mother... went through similar pain back in her day." This revelation left Selene momentarily stunned. Rumor had it that Ronan's mother died during childbirth, yet he was implying she had been a Reverse Moon Alpha? As she blew on the soup spoon, she noticed a strip of bandage peeking from his cuff, soaked in blood. "You were injured at the altar?"
"A minor injury." He turned to leave, but Selene grabbed his wrist. The wound beneath the bandage was oozing black blood—an indication of wolfsbane poisoning. Suddenly, she recalled the vial she had seen during the council meeting earlier that day. Ronan had been using this slow-acting poison to suppress his berserker tendencies, all to prevent panic among his kin.
"Roll up your sleeve." Her tone carried the authoritative weight of an Alpha, even though she was merely human at that moment. Ronan obediently sat down, watching her as she licked the wound with her tongue—this was the most primal healing ritual among werewolves, a way to convey trust through saliva. When her lips touched his skin, they both trembled, a surge of warmth coursing through their veins.
As the moonlight broke through the clouds for an instant, Selene's wolf ears suddenly appeared, but only for a fleeting three seconds before vanishing again. Ronan's pupils dilated. "Is your curse weakening?"
She shook her head, glancing at the unfading Reverse Moon markings on her hand. "No, it's just... your blood is affecting me."
Late at night, Ronan leaned against the stone door, listening to the steady rhythm of breathing from within. He reached for the contract mark on his chest, pulsing in time with Selene's heartbeat. Three years ago, in the dungeons of the Coastal Wolf Clan, he had witnessed young Selene vowing revenge while cradling her mother's corpse. He knew then that this girl would be the key to breaking divine authority. What he hadn't anticipated was that this key would make his heart beat for the first time beyond the control of the Wolf King’s instincts.
The following week, Selene spent her time in the medicine room of the Prairie Wolf Clan, combining her blood with local herbs to create a long-lasting potion to suppress berserker syndrome. Ronan visited daily to check on her progress but always changed the subject whenever she mentioned the curse—until that stormy afternoon.
"You let me see the wolfsbane at the council meeting on purpose to force me into revealing the antidote formula." Selene slammed the last vial of potion onto the table; the blue liquid twisted into a Reverse Moon shape across the stone floor. "You already knew my blood could heal and were aware of the curse's existence."
Ronan paused in his action of cleaning his blade as rainwater dripped from his tousled hair onto the ground, forming small reflections of a blood moon. "Three years ago, I found your mother's notes in a secret chamber of the Coastal Wolf Clan. She was the first Reverse Moon Alpha and also discovered that the Moon Temple used young wolf blood to forge false prophecies."
Selene's breath hitched; her mother’s blood-stained journal had fallen into his hands long ago. Suddenly, she grasped his wrist tightly; a unique mental connection surged between them at that moment—fragments of images flooded her mind: a young Ronan kneeling in a pool of blood before a female corpse with severed wolf ears; her chest bore markings identical to Selene's Reverse Moon pattern.
"That was my mother." Ronan's voice echoed from afar. "She refused to offer me to the Moon Temple and was branded as 'the Reverse Moon Witch.' They cut off her wolf ears before my eyes when I was only twelve years old—I didn't even have the strength to protect her."
Selene saw in those images young Ronan secretly picking up his mother’s fallen wolf fang and hiding it in a pouch close to him. This scene overlapped with her own memories from the coastal dungeon—she had found half of a broken moon god totem beside her mother's body, which now hung around her neck. Their fates had been intertwined by divine authority’s bloody hands ten years prior.
"So you approached me not just for an antidote but also for revenge."
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