It was three days after the war that Stefano started, and Francesca felt like everything yet nothing has changed. The Alphas, upon knowing what their origins were, have been humbled at the fact that they assisted a monster. But they were still distrustful of Tristan, who was still a half-breed in their eyes. Francesca guessed it didn't matter that becoming human was the ultimate goal that Stefano and his kind had originally intended to do. In the eyes of Kaya and the others, humans were worse than demons. As for Francesca and Tristan's relationship...well, it could be better. "Have you told him yet?" Veronica interrupted Francesca's thoughts. They were sitting in a coffee shop near Tristan's place, Veronica having waited for Francesca to get off work so they could talk. Lynn was immediately against Francesca meeting Veronica. The demon did turn Francesca into the moon without warning. But Francesca needed answers and she knew she could only get them from Veronica. It didn't mean she
"Humans know three moon goddesses, the Greek ones, but they are not strictly the same," Veronica started. Francesca and her were preparing for their trip to the moon. The demon wanted for them to just go straight and "travel" to their destination, but Francesca could not bear to leave Earth yet. Also, she was still hoping Tristan would at least come to see her off, but maybe that was wishful thinking. "Francesca, are you listening?" Francesca shook off thoughts of her mate in her brain,"Yes. Sorry." Veronica narrowed her eyes at Francesca but chose not to comment on why her companion was distracted. She leaned towards her, "As I was saying, there are three moon goddesses known to humans in this universe. Selene is the oldest of the moon goddesses and was the personification of the moon itself. The celestial body that we see in the sky was where her essence was originally housed. But as the years went by, she was able to concentrate herself into a much smaller vessel. Like a human's
Francesca didn't exactly like that she was going somewhere as far as the moon, but she could easily get used to traveling. Its warm cocoon, the push and pull that you feel as you lift off from one place to another was strangely comforting. "You're a fast learner," Veronica commented as soon as they arrived. Francesca barely heard her, she was staring at the pure white sand on her feet and the complete blackness of the sky around her. The moon. She was on the moon. "Welcome." Selene's voice rose, back in the forefront of Francesca's mind again, "Thank you for doing this, Francesca." "It's not like I have a choice," Francesca said out loud. Veronica frowned at her in question, but she didn't say anything. "Cheska?" a familiar voice came from behind Francesca and she turned around. Her Dad. Her Dad was standing just inches away from her, looking the exact same way that he did when he passed. At least, when Francesca believed he passed. Behind him were a bunch of people she did not k
The vampire jumped on top of Tristan, choking the life out of him. His body was screaming of exhaustion, burnt out from the exertion that he had forced it to the past few days. But he could not give up. The vampire's fangs showed themselves, trying to intimidate. But with a clean strike, Tristan's claws scratched at the monster's face, spewing blood all over the walls and onto Tristan's face. He pushed the vampire off of him. "Last chance, Colton. I'm going to count to ten. If you don't give me the information I need by then, you're dead meat. Do you understand?" Tristan said. "I don't--I swear, I don't know," Colton choked. He looked around at the bodies of slain brethren. Slipping on someone's blood, he begged the Alpha, "The disgraced Alpha, Stefano...I heard you're looking for him, too. He was there during the raid. He would know. He would know who killed your parents." Tristan sighed. This was the third time a vampire informant had told him this. "Well, then do you know where
Her dreams are becoming more regular. It was the same scene as the little girl and the baby playing by the creek. But this time, a little boy that looked just like Tristan had joined them. Francesca did not know what it meant, and Selene chose to be mysterious about it. So, even though the pretty picture filled her with hope as it did before, she couldn't help but feel uneasy about it now. She originally thought it was a vision of her future with Tristan. Vision of the children that they would soon share, but considering how things were, she doubted it now. What if this was a sign that something else, something horrible was happening? It seemed more likely. It had been almost six months since she'd been on the moon. And every day, her people were fighting a futile battle against Luna. "Calm yourself. You mustn't show your distress in front of your people," Selene whispered in Francesca's head. "They're ready for you," Penelope peered through the door, nodding at Francesca. The latte
Tristan was thrown into prison, on the moon. He realized there wasn't anything remotely funny about it but he could not help himself from laughing out loud. All he did was kiss his mate, who he hadn't seen in such a long time, and they saw fit to imprison him because of it. "Tristan," a man stood in front of his prison cell, his features hidden in the shadows, "I'm sorry it had to come to this." Tristan scoffed, "Who's there?" The man stepped into the light. Upon seeing his face, the first thing that Tristan thought was that he was familiar, then the eyes struck him. "Alberto," Tristan murmured, and a surge of anger took over his form. He sprang up from the floor and into the bars that separated him from Francesca's father, and spat out, "You bastard." "Selene told me why you're here. Won't you hear me out, Tristan?" Alberto said, his voice tired. Tristan took a good look at him. Alberto looked disheveled as if he had just come from a battlefield. He probably did. When Tristan ar
The place looked familiar to Tristan. Of course, it was. Their old home didn't change much over the years. Tristan made sure of that. Ever since his parents' death, he had taken very good care of it, making sure that it didn't tarnish the slightest bit. "Don't try to touch anything. You won't be able to, but sometimes the people in the memory can sense your presence. It creates an imbalance and we could get trapped here." Alberto was saying, "Just watch and listen carefully.""This was when we were about to vacation in the Philippines," Tristan murmured to himself as he watched his little self jump up and down in their living room, counting the suitcases in front of him. Near the front door were his parents, talking in hushed and worried tones. Tristan frowned and stepped closer to them. His mother was as beautiful as he had remembered her, though he could see her age in the corner of her eyes, something that he hadn't noticed before. His father, on the other hand, was looking regal
LaThe darkness made Selene and Francesca blink in reflex. But as Selene was quickly adaptable, it didn't take long for their eyes to recover. Then, one by one, a series of lights opened up overhead, and they found themselves in a room full of women, Penelope included. They didn't see Selene and Francesca in the room, of course, as they were still invisible to the naked eye. "Who are these people?" Francesca asked Selene. But the goddess did not need to answer, as the women determined themselves. Lifting their hands to the sky they called out, "All hail Luna, the Mother of the Night." "Traitors," Francesca gasped in their head. Selene did not utter a single word, but she could feel her fuming anger. "You finally deigned to contact us, Penelope. Did you finally find him?" one of the women asked. "I did," Penelope answered with a proud smile, "In fact, he landed right into our palms, sister. Just when we least expected it. And he came with an interesting blessing about him." "