The Moon’s Silence

Lyra’s POV

I’d never seen anything more beautiful than the ceremony grounds at sunset.

Many white candles flickered in the dimming light, creating a soft glow among the old oak trees. Flower petals, including jasmine and rose, along with an unfamiliar scent that reminded me of moonlight, covered the paths to the sacred circle. Representatives from twelve different packs filled the wooden benches arranged in circles around the ceremonial platform, their eyes shining with excitement.

And at the center of it all, the Moon Stone. A massive piece of silver-veined marble that had been used for mating ceremonies for over three centuries, now glowing with an inner light that seemed to pulse in rhythm with my heartbeat.

“You look incredible,” Darius whispered in my ear as he escorted me down the petal-strewn aisle.

I smoothed the skirt of my dress, Kael’s “special blue” that did indeed match the color of moonlight on water. The fabric seemed to shimmer with each step, like it was woven from starlight itself.

“Thank you,” I murmured back, trying not to trip over my own feet. My hands were shaking.

“Breathe,” he reminded me. “This is just a formality, remember?”

Just a formality. Right. The Moon Goddess recognizing what we all already knew to be true.

So why did I feel like I was walking to my execution instead of my blessing?

We arrived at the ceremonial circle, where Marcus, Zane, and Kael were already with the other unmated wolves. They all looked impressive in their formal black suits, like characters from a fantasy story. When Zane saw me, he smiled that soft, private smile meant just for me, and it helped ease some of my nervousness.

Elder Patricia stepped forward, her ancient voice carrying clearly across the gathered crowd. “Blessed evening, children of the moon. Tonight, we gather under her light to witness the sacred bonds she chooses to forge.”

A murmur of excitement rippled through the audience.

“The Moon Goddess sees all, knows all, and in her infinite wisdom, she will choose which wolves are destined to walk together as mates. Let those who seek her blessing step forward.”

This was it.

I moved to the center of the circle, where about twenty other unmated wolves from different packs were. My four boys, which I can’t think of as anything else, spread out around the edge of the circle, positioning themselves like compass points with me in the middle.

The symbolism wasn’t lost on anyone. The crowd began to whisper, pointing at our formation, smiling at what they saw as the obvious arrangement of a blessed multiple mating.

“Silence,” Elder Patricia commanded, raising her arms to the darkening sky. “Let the ceremony begin.”

The first phase was individual presentations. One by one, the unmated wolves stepped forward to state their hopes and desires to the Goddess. Standard stuff, mostly, requests for strong mates, fertile partnerships, love that would last through all the phases of the moon.

When it was my turn, I stepped onto the Moon Stone platform, feeling the cool marble through the thin soles of my ceremonial slippers. Above me, the full moon hung heavy and silver in the star-scattered sky.

“Moon Goddess,” I began, my voice somehow steady despite the way my heart was hammering, “I come before you not as a wolf seeking completion, but as one who has already found her place in the world.”

I turned slowly, meeting the eyes of each of my boys in turn. “I ask not for you to give me love, but to bless the love that already exists. I ask for your recognition of bonds that were forged in loss and tempered by devotion.”

A collective intake of breath from the crowd. This wasn’t the usual ceremony speech.

“I am Lyra Reins, last of my bloodline, daughter by choice of the Elxra pack. And I stand here surrounded by the four wolves who are already my heart, my home, my everything. If you see fit to bless us, I am grateful. If not…” I lifted my chin higher. “If not, what we have is no less real, no less true, no less eternal.”

The silence that followed was absolute.

Elder Patricia looked stunned. In the crowd, I could see Alpha Magnus’s eyes shining with pride and something that might have been tears.

But it was the reactions of my boys that mattered. Zane’s face was soft with wonder, Marcus was smiling like I’d just recited poetry, Darius looked like he wanted to sweep me off my feet right there, and Kael had his hand pressed to his heart like he was trying to keep it from beating right out of his chest.

“Strong words,” Elder Patricia said finally. “The Goddess will consider them. Please, step back.”

The individual presentations continued. Marcus spoke of devotion and protection, his eyes never leaving mine. Zane talked about love that transcended traditional boundaries. Darius requested the strength to be worthy of the trust placed in him. Kael, in typical fashion, asked the Goddess to “please, please, please make this work because we’re all crazy about her and it would really suck if you said no.”

That got some chuckles from the crowd and a face-palm from his brothers.

Finally, it was time for the blessing phase. This was when the Goddess would send her light to connect destined mates, creating visible bonds of silver fire between wolves meant to be together.

“All who seek blessing, return to the circle,” Elder Patricia commanded.

We arranged ourselves as we had before, me in the center, my four boys at the cardinal points around me, other hopeful wolves scattered throughout the space.

“Moon Goddess,” Elder Patricia called, raising her arms to the sky. “Your children await your wisdom. Show us the bonds you choose to bless.”

The moon seemed to pulse brighter. The air grew thick with anticipation. Around the circle, wolves held their breath, waiting for the silver fire that would change lives forever.

And we waited.

And waited.

The moon hung silent and beautiful above us, casting everything in ethereal silver light, but no bonds appeared. No connecting threads of divine fire. No sign of blessing or recognition.

Minutes passed. The crowd began to shift restlessly.

“Perhaps…” Elder Patricia started, then stopped, looking confused. In over sixty years of conducting ceremonies, this had never happened.

“Try again,” someone called from the audience.

“Yes, try again,” another voice agreed.

Elder Patricia raised her arms once more. “Blessed Goddess, your children, ”

Nothing.

The moon remained beautiful, distant, and completely silent.

I felt it like a physical blow. The absence of blessing, the lack of recognition. Around me, I could hear the whispers starting.

“No bonds at all?”

“Not even traditional pairings?”

“What does this mean?”

But it was the look on my boys’ faces that shattered me. Confusion, hurt, and something that looked dangerously close to devastation. Kael’s hand had dropped from his heart. Marcus’s proud smile had faded to bewilderment. Zane looked like someone had punched him in the chest. Darius just looked… lost.

“I don’t understand,” Elder Patricia murmured, still staring at the silent moon. “This has never… in all my years…”

The crowd was getting louder now, speculation flying. Some wolves were beginning to leave the circle, disappointed and confused.

But I stayed exactly where I was, looking up at that beautiful, terrible moon.

“Why?” I whispered, so quietly only she could hear. “What did we do wrong?”

The moon pulsed once, gently, like a heartbeat. Like an apology.

Or like a promise.

But no one else seemed to notice.

“Perhaps,” Alpha Magnus’s voice cut through the growing chaos, “the Goddess has her reasons. We may not understand them now, but her wisdom is infinite.”

“Postpone it,” someone suggested. “Try again next month.”

“The arrangements are all made,” another voice protested.

“The visiting packs expected, ”

“Enough,” Elder Patricia said firmly. “The ceremony is concluded. The Goddess has spoken, even if we don’t understand her message.”

As the crowd began to disperse, murmuring and confused, I finally stepped down from the Moon Stone. My legs felt unsteady, like I was walking on the deck of a ship in rough seas.

Zane reached me first, his hands framing my face gently. “Hey. Look at me.”

I met his eyes, seeing my own confusion and hurt reflected there.

“This doesn’t change anything,” he said fiercely. “You hear me? Not one damn thing.”

“But the Goddess, ”

“The Goddess has her own timeline,” Darius said, appearing at my other side. “That doesn’t make what we feel any less real.”

“Maybe she’s testing us,” Marcus added, his voice thoughtful. “Seeing if we need her blessing to know what we already know.”

“Or maybe,” Kael said, wrapping his arms around me from behind, “she’s got something bigger planned. Something we can’t see yet.”

I wanted to believe them. I wanted to hold onto their certainty, their unwavering faith in us.

But as I looked around at the disappointed faces, the confused whispers, the empty air where silver bonds should have been, I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was about to change.

And not for the better.

The Moon Goddess had her reasons, Alpha Magnus had said.

I just hoped we’d be strong enough to survive them.