They say the moon once loved a man. Long before mortals learned to name the stars, the goddess Selûra, pale and eternal, descended from her silver throne to walk among men. The world was young then-its forests veiled in mist, its rivers shimmering with divine light. And among all mortals, she chose Kael Draven, the first Alpha, a warrior with eyes that caught her light and reflected it back at her. He was strength and defiance made flesh; she was grace and endless night. Together, they were balance. Until love made them dangerous. For no immortal was meant to love a mortal. The gods decreed it, the stars whispered it, but Selûra defied them all. Night after night she returned to him, wrapped in mortal skin, her radiance dimmed to match his warmth. And in that mortal form, she was vulnerable-capable of heartbreak, jealousy... betrayal.