"So the wolves of the Crescent moon are just like one branch of a big tree?"
Mr Ayden's hand strokes my hair and he chuckles.
"A bigger tree than anyone can imagine, and there are also other trees, mighty ones consisting of races we don't know about. The moon goddess gave birth to many children before she left the mortal realm, but she loved the werewolves most. Her children have now gone on to become some of the creatures you read of in books. Werewolves, Lycans, dragons, all of them. Time has made us divide and war has made us spread out. We might all be different trees but we all drink from the same fountain, the moon and its goddess is what we rely on."
With Mr Ayden's breath so close to my ear I can barely breathe. I can barely breathe either ways, with or without his breath so close to my ear. The fact that I am leaning on his body, my head on his chest and my back feeling the heat he's radiating, that on its own is enough for me to know I might get carried away heavily and simp
