Her Second Moon

I froze.

That night came early. The Moon Goddess had cut my time short.

In the last timeline, Selena had died too—from a silver-laced wound after a rogue ambush.

The blood vaults had run dry. No healer came in time.

That was the moment Killian’s resentment toward me turned lethal.

But that had happened a month into our bond.

So why... was it happening now?

The Moon Goddess wasn’t giving me time.

She was giving me a chance—to fulfill Killian’s third regret early.

A medic’s whisper cut through the chaos.

“She’s fading. Her wolf spirit is detaching. If it severs completely... she’ll go feral. Or worse.”

Killian turned to me, and for the first time, I saw desperation crack through every layer of his Alpha pride.

“Clara... please.”

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t need to.

I was an Omega Healer—not just a mender of flesh, but a soul-weaver.

Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees beside Selena and opened my satchel.

Moonflower dust. Shadowroot ash. Spirit-binding quartz.

And my final vial of moon-charged spring water—gathered under a blood eclipse.

I mixed. I burned. I chanted.

The scent of scorched herbs filled the room as I pressed my palms to her chest, whispering verses passed down through lunar bloodlines.

My wolf stirred—weak, but willing.

She offered what little she had left.

Time collapsed.

I worked through dusk and dawn. No food. No sleep. No light but starlight.

My aura dimmed. My bones screamed. But I didn’t stop.

Not until I had nothing left to give.

When sunlight finally spilled through the stained glass, Selena’s aura was steady—but faint.

I collapsed beside her.

Killian didn’t speak.

Didn’t look at me.

His eyes stayed fixed on Selena, like nothing else mattered.