The Chosen One •

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✨🌕 Isabel ✨🌕

I woke with a start, my heart racing and my body humming with an unfamiliar energy. The room was dark, but I noticed something strange—my skin was glowing, a bright, pulsating white light that seemed to dance with every breath I took. Magic surged wildly within me, untamed and unrestrained, filling every corner of the room. It was unlike anything I'd felt before, as if my very soul was vibrating.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, barely aware of Kun's low groan as he stirred beside me. His deep voice called out, groggy but alert. "Isa? What's wrong?"

I didn't respond. I couldn't. My body moved on its own, as though I were caught in a trance. I padded softly across the wooden floor, wearing nothing but Kun's shirt, the hem brushing against my thighs. My bare feet touched the cool earth as I stepped outside, drawn by an invisible force.

The full moon hung high in the sky, bathing everything in its silver light. As I stepped into the clearing, the glow around me intensified. It felt as though the moon itself was calling to me, drawing me closer into its embrace.

"Isa!" Kun's voice was closer now, and I heard the urgency in it. I glanced back briefly, seeing him standing a few feet away, his expression etched with concern. But I couldn't answer. My lips parted to speak, but no sound came.

Instead, I kept moving, the pull stronger than ever. Under the full moon, my glow grew brighter, illuminating the clearing like it was the middle of the day. The air around me shifted, shimmering with a thin layer of light, and then everything froze. The trees, the wind, even Kun—it all seemed locked in place, as though time itself had stopped.

Suddenly, three figures emerged from the light, walking toward me with a presence so commanding that I felt my knees weaken. A powerful force compelled me to kneel, and I did without hesitation, bowing my head as they came closer.

"Rise," a soft, melodic voice commanded.

I looked up and gasped. The figures before me were unlike anything I'd ever seen. They radiated power, beauty, and a sense of divine authority that made my skin prickle with awe.

The first, a woman, stepped forward. Her long, wavy silver-white hair shimmered like moonlight, and her icy blue eyes seemed to pierce through me. A glowing crescent moon was imprinted on her chest, pulsing with a soft light.

"I am Luna," she said, her voice cool and serene like a winter breeze.

A tall man stepped beside her. He was muscular and imposing, with dark brown hair and vibrant green eyes that glowed with life. On his shoulders, the sun and moon were imprinted, the moon glowing white and the sun burning a fiery red.

"I am Solis," he said, his deep voice resonating with warmth and authority.

The last figure, another woman, approached me with a softer energy. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her bright honey-colored eyes held a sense of both mischief and kindness. On her wrists, glowing stars pulsed with a bright white light.

"And I am Nera," she said, her voice rich and comforting.

I stared at them in disbelief, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't understand what's happening."

Solis smiled gently, his expression calming. "You've been chosen, Isabel," he said. "By the three of us—a rare and extraordinary honor."

My eyes widened. "I heard about this... about how every few centuries, a hybrid is chosen by the gods and gifted with both wolf and witch powers. But... there are three of you?"