107- Prince Noah

Kiara

We both were sitting under the midnight velvety sky, which was unusually full of shining stars.

I gazed at those bright friends of the moon. The beautiful pattern of those little lights around the blood moon seemed like they were there to welcome someone.

The blood moon had a pink tinge tonight.

Alessandra was dying to go back to her previous pack house before this night. She even pleaded me to help her. I did not know what changed her mind.

First, she was adamant, and then she came after me for Patricia.

Thinking of her, I kept observing the moon. For me, the moon had always been a symbol of hope, comfort, and romance.

Since childhood, I had been a fan of Blood Moon. Other she-wolves used to find it creepy. For me it was a symbol of love. Every year on Blood Moon night I used to remind myself that I was a step closer to Noah James.

Tonight he slipped further away from me. Forever!

He was no more mine. I didn't know what the next night will bring for me. There were so many sleep