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Selene released her grip, realizing her palms were clammy with cold sweat. Ronan's gaze darkened. "At first, yes. But when I saw you refuse the sacrifice on the altar, and your blood naturally formed the shape of the reverse crescent, I knew you were the spark left for us by the Moon Goddess." He suddenly grasped her hand and pressed it against his chest. "Feel my heartbeat, Selene. It is no longer controlled by the phases of the moon; it no longer beats for divine power. Ever since we formed our pact, my Wolf King mark has been fading each day, while your reverse crescent pattern... is absorbing its strength."
Selene closed her eyes and could indeed feel two forces clashing within him: one was the searing fire of the Wolf King, and the other was the icy breath of the reverse crescent. When they collided at the site of their pact mark, a sudden sting shot through her fingertips. She opened her eyes to see both their palms illuminated by the shadow of twin wolves—one howling at a blood moon, the other gazing into darkness.
"This is... the Twin Wolf King mark?" She recalled vague descriptions from her mother's journal, which spoke of a time before divine power was established when the world of werewolves was ruled by both Sun and Moon Kings. Ronan nodded. "The Moon Temple erased this part of history; they fear us awakening our true werewolf powers—capable of embracing both moonlight and shadow."
As the rain began to subside, Selene suddenly noticed that on Ronan's battle knife hilt was carved a reverse crescent identical to the one on her neck. He had known all along that their pact was not merely a transaction but an open challenge to divine authority. Her fingers traced an old scar on his forehead, where a faint glow was seeping out, resonating with her reverse crescent pattern.
"We will overthrow the Moon Temple," she whispered, not as a traded Alpha but as a Reverse Crescent Wolf King standing beside him. "But first, you must learn to trust me, just as I trust you, willing to expose my most vulnerable self during each full moon."
Ronan's Adam's apple bobbed as he suddenly lowered his head and bit her fingertip—not in aggression but in the gentlest gesture of reassurance from a werewolf. Selene's wolf ears reappeared once more, this time lasting a full ten seconds, and the pain at her tailbone eased considerably. She suddenly understood that what they called a curse might actually be the Moon Temple's fear of awakening the Twin Wolf Kings.
As the first star pierced through the clouds, their shadows intertwined on the herb rack to form a complete wolf shape. Selene had no idea that this dusk after a torrential rain would become their starting point for overturning divine authority. Nor could she foresee that during the impending visit from the Moon Temple's envoy, they would be forced to perform a "Twin Alpha Mark Fusion" act that would reveal to her Ronan's deepest secret regarding her mother's death.
The envoy from the Moon Temple arrived three days earlier than expected, twelve white-robed priests carrying a pure silver "Mirror of Oracles," casting a cold shadow over the territory of the Howling Wolves. Selene looked at her reflection in the mirror; her Wolf King mark was twisting under the erosion of her reverse crescent pattern, resembling what was depicted as "the Punishment of God" in her mother's journal.
"According to Moon Goddess law, a union between Twin Alphas must undergo examination by the Mirror of Oracles," said the chief envoy, his voice slicing through like a blade across ice. "Please remove your garments and prepare for the mark fusion ritual." Selene's wolf ears perked up in alarm; she knew that this so-called ritual was meant to burn away her reverse crescent pattern completely.
Ronan's fingers tightened around her waist, his warmth seeping through his thin robe. "Don't be afraid; I'm here." His voice was only audible to them. Then he publicly tore apart his armor straps, revealing a chest covered in scars—on his left side, where his reverse crescent mark mirrored hers, it slowly rotated like a black hole consuming moonlight.
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