Selena stepped onto the battlefield, the Moonstone Scepter in her grip, leading her Red Moon warriors. The scene was chaos—three packs locked in a standoff.

“Selena, you’re here.”

Ryan’s voice was almost affectionate, as if they were still allies. But to Charles, freshly wounded and barely standing, the sound grated like nails on a chalkboard.

Charles limped to Selena’s side. “Why are you here?” he asked, embarrassed. He had thought he could handle this mess himself. Instead, Selena had come to his rescue.

Selena glanced at his bloodied neck and frowned. Carefully, she raised the scepter, its red gem glowing faintly. A soft mist enveloped Charles’ wound. Within seconds, the...