Rebirth Of The Rejected Luna Chapter 165: Walking Between Two Worlds

**Tiana’s POV**

Cecilia let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. "I should’ve known you wouldn’t let me off that easily."

I grinned but stayed silent, waiting.

With a sigh, she folded her arms and stared into the fire, the glow of the dying fire reflecting in her golden eyes. "Lady Althea and Luna Selene… my daughters. My miracles." Her voice softened in a way I had never heard before, filled with a happy sigh.

I straightened slightly. Cecilia never spoke like this.

"I never thought I’d have a family," she admitted. "Not after everything. I was too much of an outcast, too different for anyone to trust, let alone love. But then I met their father."

I leaned forward, curiosity tightening in my chest. "Who was he?"

She hesitated. "A man who understood what it meant to live between worlds. A warrior. A leader. He was powerful in his own right, but more than that… he saw me. Not just as a wolf. Not just as a sorceress. He saw me for who I truly was."

A distant look crossed her face, something unreadable.

I frowned slightly. "If he was so special, where is he now?"

Cecilia’s jaw tightened. "Gone," she said simply. "Taken from me before his time."

I didn’t press. Some losses weren’t meant to be reopened like old wounds.

"But my daughters," she continued, clearing her throat. "They were born of both our blood. Althea, with the wisdom and power of the sorcerers, and Selene, with the strength and instincts of the wolves. Two halves of a whole."

I furrowed my brows. "So Lady Althea got your magic, and Luna Selene got your wolf side?"

She nodded. "Exactly. They embodied both my worlds in a way I never could. Althea was always drawn to the arcane, to knowledge and spells. Selene, on the other hand, was born a warrior, meant to lead the pack. They completed each other."

My mind spun at the revelation. "That means… they’re like you. A bridge between two worlds."

A small, proud smile touched Cecilia’s lips. "Yes. But they forged their own paths. Althea chose the mystic arts, and Selene embraced her destiny as Luna. They may be different, but their bond is unbreakable."

"When I have flashes of Erika's memories, I never see that dude of lady Althea."

"After Corvin, she had to suppress it. Pretend she was ordinary or else it could not have gone well.

"Corvin would have seen her as a threat, am I right?'

"Yes he would have. Or he would have exploited her powers for himself. She would not have wanted that."

I nodded in understanding.

"Your life... It's such a rare story."

"It happens quite often in every generation of people," Cecilia chuckled. "But you'd never know because stories like mine aren’t often told, child. They’re lived in the shadows, between the lines of history."

I lay back, staring up at the night sky, trying to process everything. "No wonder you always seem like you’re carrying a whole world on your shoulders."

She sighed. "Because I am."

For the first time, I truly understood why Cecilia was the way she was. She not just as a warrior or a teacher, but as a mother, an outcast, and a legend in her own right.

She had never belonged anywhere, yet she had built something greater than herself.

And that, I realized, was power.

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"Are you sure you have everything?" Cecilia’s voice came from behind as we stood outside the cabin, taking a deep breath of the cool morning air. I wanted to remember this place - the smell of the trees, the way the sun shone through the leaves, and the peaceful feeling that filled the air. This cabin had been my safe haven, a place to escape the troubles in my life.

But now it was time to leave. I adjusted the strap of my bag and checked my supplies one last time. I had food, water, a first-aid kit, and a map to help me find my way. Cecilia had given me everything I needed.

I felt a pang of sadness as I looked at the cabin. I would miss this place. But I knew I had to keep moving.

I turned to face her. She stood on the porch, arms crossed, watching me with those sharp, knowing eyes.

"I think so," I said, glancing down at the bag. "Unless there’s something else you think I’ll need?"

She stepped closer and handed me a small, wrapped bundle. "This."

I took it from her carefully, unwrapping the cloth to reveal a dagger. Its blade was dark, the handle worn but sturdy. There was something about it that felt oddly familiar.

"This was mine," she said. "A long time ago. It has saved my life more times than I can count. Now, it’s yours."

I ran my fingers over the smooth handle, feeling the weight of it in my palm. "I don’t know what to say."

"Then don’t say anything," she replied simply. "Just keep it close. Shadowclaw is not a place to walk into unarmed."

I nodded, securing the dagger at my side. "Thank you."

She studied me for a moment, then sighed. "There’s one more thing."

I raised a brow. "There’s always one more thing with you."

That earned me a smirk. "You’ll need a horse. It will get you close to Shadowclaw faster, but once you're a few hours away, abandon it. It will find its way back to me."

I blinked. "The horse will just… come back on its own?"

Cecilia shrugged. "He knows the way."

Of course, he did. I should’ve known by now not to question anything when it came to her.

We walked to the small clearing where her horse stood, already saddled and waiting. I ran a hand over its dark mane, feeling a strange sense of gratitude toward the creature.

Cecilia stood beside me, silent for a moment before speaking. "You know what you need to do once you get there?"

I exhaled. "Use what I know to my advantage. Play the part. Be careful who I trust."

"And?"

I hesitated, then met her gaze. "If they don’t welcome me?"

A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. "Oh, they certainly will.”