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Moonlight poured like water across the battlefield.
It wasn’t cold—it was soothing, ancient, like the kind of warmth a child feels when wrapped in a lullaby. Even the runes of the Blood Sanctum paused their weeping. The mirrored figure retreated a step, as though even it understood the weight of who now hovered above them.
The Moon Goddess.
She descended in silence.
Her form was tall, robed in soft white that shimmered with constellations. Her face was hidden behind a veil spun from stardust, but her presence—gods, her presence—felt like a mother’s hand on a fevered brow.
Everyone knelt.
Except two.
Jungkook and Taehyung stood, hand in hand, glowing gold and purple. Not out of defiance—but because they were the reason she had come.
The Moon Goddess looked at them.
No eyes were visible, but they felt it—a gaze that passed through flesh and soul, peering into their love and their sins, their doubts and their dreams.
> “You have shaken the stars,” she said quietly. “You have rewritten what was written in fire.”
Taehyung swallowed, voice cracking.
> “We only did what our hearts told us to.”
> “Hearts are not always wise,” she said, stepping forward. “But yours… have awakened something long buried.”
Behind her, the cracks in the sky shimmered again.
> “The gods forged the Sanctum to control what they could not understand. To cage Omegas… to ensure order. But perhaps… it is time we understand you.”
She turned to the mirrored figure.
> “This ends now. Return to your place beyond the veil.”
The Blood Sanctum didn’t move.
> “This love will unmake the world,” it hissed.
> “Then let the world be remade,” the Moon Goddess whispered.
She raised her hand—
And moonlight surged.
The mirrored figure shrieked as the light engulfed it—turning its reflection from pain into peace. The pillars cracked, the runes dimmed.
The Sanctum collapsed—not with rage, but with release.
As if it had finally been allowed to sleep.
Silence fell.
And in it, the Moon Goddess turned back to them.
> “You have done what no one else could,” she said. “You have reminded the heavens… that love is not weakness.”
Jungkook held Taehyung’s hand tighter.
> “We didn’t do it alone.”
The Red Moon wolves stepped forward now, heads bowed.
The goddess nodded once.
> “Then let the world remember this day—not for war, but for union.”
And with one final wave of her hand, the battlefield began to heal. The sky closed. The balance… shifted.
Not broken.
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Enigma's Dearest Omega
WerewolfTAEKOOK FANFICTION In a world where destiny weaves its threads with invisible hands, where packs rise and fall by the strength of their leaders, and where bonds of fated mates are written in the stars, there exists a rare and powerful truth. Taehyu...
