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Maverick povLiberty panicking was not the reaction I expected when I informed her about the mission I will be going on. Admittedly I didn't take into account that the rogues I might be going up against might all be under influence of the potion. Originally I planned on taking York with me but after Liberty's persistent warnings I have decided to leave him at the castle to keep an eye on Hartley's and Samantha's whereabouts and interactions. He can also keep an eye on Liberty and relay messages from me if needed. I tried to get Liberty to talk to me about why she is so scared of me going on this mission. The one time I thought she was going to tell me something she seemed to be out of air. She didn't try again after that. I guessed a few times. Knowing that if it was a dream she would be able to tell me. /The haunted look was in her eyes again, without the sadness this time,/ Gunner remarks replaying the look on her face. /It was as if she was reliving something traumatic,/ I agre
Liberty povSurprisingly Maverick returned to Black Forest with Martin, Madeline and me. I expected him to stay at the castle or Golden Lodge to pick his army and leave as soon as possible. Instead he insisted he needed additional time to gather intelligence on the rogues and to plan accordingly.His father tried pressuring him into leaving almost immediately. Maverick was inclined to do so because he didn’t want to disappoint his father now that he was finally proud of him. It took lengthy discussions with me to come up with an approach. King Truett might not listen to Maverick as he is still young but he does listen to his beta. Beta Xander and York are still heavily investigating the rogue attack but as of now have basically nothing. The corpses revealed that the rogues were given a potion. The handful of prisoners couldn’t or wouldn’t say a word. They all claimed that they were peacefully living their lives in the nomansland and then found themselves in the cells. No one believ
Liberty pov Madeline is doing a lot better today. The doctors and Martin expect that she’ll be out of the hospital later today or tomorrow at the latest. She’s still weak because of her blood loss but has otherwise healed. She has some faint scarring but as she says they give her character and show how strong she is. “My biggest scars show white on my lycan,” Mavericks announces his presence, “good morning to you both,” he adds smiling. “I wonder if the same goes for my wolf. Up until now I only had small scars that don’t show. Martin says that over time they will fade more. Now I don’t mind them, maybe in the future I will,” she adds. “Why would that change in the future?” I ask confused, because in my opinion they are the ugliest now and will only get less visible.“I’m kind of afraid my mate will hate them,” she says looking small. “If he cares about them because they would make you less beautiful I will make sure he has way more scars than you do. Just so he can’t complain ab
Maverick povExhausted Liberty and I get into her bed. Somehow taking her to my room in the castle feels wrong. Not because I’m ashamed of her or that I want to keep her hidden but because it feels as if I would be exposing her to hatred and danger. My gut tells me Samantha will try to sabotage her. I’ve never known my mother as she died hours after giving birth to me. Samantha claims she was a mother to me, that she loved me and Hartley evenly. If that is truly how she feels she keeps it well hidden in her actions. I think I was around 10 years old when I started calling her Samantha instead of mother. She didn’t like it one bit sneering at me that I was ungrateful for everything she did for me. The sacrifices she made. Then nor now do I know what she sacrificed. She wanted to become Queen. Like a vulture she circled my grieving father palming him in by taking care of me. The older we got the more she tried to take away my confidence and feeling of self worth. Always comparing me
Maverick povI’ve always been slightly misanthropic. It’s not that I hate people. I just don’t know what to do or say. So I usually stay indoors in my office studying reports thinking of how to improve the life of my future subjects. Hartley was the ‘social’ one. The one who mingled among the people, smiling, laughing, shaking hands. Being fawned over by the girls, entertaining their dreams of one day being his mate. I always told myself that people would see through Hartley’s fakeness and that they would realise that I wasn’t as visible but that I was working for them.When we left the hospital I wanted to go back to the forest to gather evidence. Liberty stood still. I stood next to her, wondering why we stopped walking. She took my face between her hands, “We said we were going to help build the pyres,” her eyes are serious.“We didn’t discuss that. You can go help build the pyres. I’d prefer that it’s safer than in the forest. People need answers, you heard what Martin said, abou
Liberty povMAverick, Martin and I stayed with Madeline as long as we were allowed to by the doctors. Martin was allowed to stay a little longer as he could monitor her situation allowing the doctors to spend time with other patients. The status of me and Maverick is somewhat undefined. We are basically a couple by now. I’m still using Olwyns tincture to prevent from being found as a mate by Hartley or someone else. By now I know Maverick quite well and I suspect that he too has uses Olwyn's tincture to prevent being found by his mate. We should discuss it before the end of the academy year. The idea of not seeing him all summer doesn’t sit right with me. Though I’m looking forward to spending time with my family I already know I’m going to miss Maverick like crazy.As we left the hospital he put his arm over my shoulders tugging me into his side. Placing a kiss on my head, “Can I stay with you tonight?” his voice pleading.“I would love that,” I admit. The idea of spending a night