Selene closed the distance.
No hesitation. No second thoughts. Just movement—fast, precise, inevitable.
The chaos behind her blurred into noise, into something distant and unimportant. Wolves still clashed. Voices still shouted. But none of it mattered.
Not now.
Not when the real fight was finally in front of her.
The former Luna didn't run.
That alone told Selene everything.
She stood her ground, watching Selene approach with that same composed expression—controlled, calculated, as if she had already accounted for this moment.
"You adapted," the former Luna said softly.
Selene didn't slow.
"You miscalculated."
The distance between them vanished.
Selene struck first.
Fast.
Direct.
Her hand shot forward, aiming to pin—to end the movement before it could begin.
But the former Luna was ready.
She pivoted, slipping just out of reach, her movements fluid and practiced. Not faster than Selene—
But efficient.
Experienced.
