Chapter 40 Confronting The Oracle

• HE DIDN'T FINISH the sentence, but Selene didn't need him to. The words hung in the quiet temple chamber, imbued with all the raw, profound love they had confessed, a silent promise exchanged between two souls facing an impossible future. The Blood Moon, a chilling crimson promise, was now only hours away.
• Waldemar, though still weakened, was recovering with remarkable speed, a testament to his Alpha resilience and Selene's desperate healing. His fear hadn't vanished, but it was now tempered by a fierce determination, a unity with Selene that defied the curse. They had found the path, endured the trials, and confessed their burgeoning love. Now, the final obstacle loomed: the ritual itself.
• As they meticulously reviewed the ancient scroll one last time, Selene felt a growing unease. The passage about "true surrender" still felt incomplete, somehow more profound than even Nyra's dire warnings had suggested. There was a layer of meaning, a subtle implication, that eluded her, a piece of the puzzle deliberately obscured. Her witch senses, honed by the perilous quest and the heightened emotions, hummed with a nagging suspicion.