In the middle of the battle, Francesca watched as Tristan got dragged away from their group. She resisted the urge to go after him, reminding herself that he was just a projection of the real thing. It still didn't save her from her wolf's howl of pain when seeing their mate taken, however. "Are you okay?" Deborah asked, "The other team is getting ready to advance. Let's begin to draw the enemies in one place." Francesca nodded. She knew the plan. Her Dad was on the other team along with Layla and the real Tristan, who was in disguise. They were the first ones to corner Luna's forces, and she needed to help turn over an easy battle to them. But for some reason, it was hard to concentrate. Francesca tried to fight as her people do, suppressing her wolf's tendency to take over. She was supposed to keep herself hidden, so she was disguised as well. It would ruin their plan if the other side noticed. If the enemies found out she was there, they would try to capture her. She was still S
Francesca was back at their camp, kilometers away from the battlefield earlier. It was a huge win for them. But there was still so much work to do. And among all of them, she wanted an answer to a question that she's had for months. But Penelope, the only one who could give it to her wouldn't talk. "It's a simple question, Penelope. What did Selene do to lose your trust? I just want to understand." she asked, but Penelope just spat at her. Tristan, still in disguise, moved towards them and Veronica raised her hand to slap Penelope, "Why you.." But Francesca stopped her. "I don't think you'd get anything from talking to her. She's clearly delusional," Deborah observed as Penelope let out a laugh."Penelope," Francesca repeated the girl's name quietly. She really needed to know. Selene and Francesca had always talked about how they wanted to make things better for their people. But clearly, they were lacking something if there were still some who were willing to turn to Luna's side. T
All gods remembered their birth and Luna hated the way she was born. She emerged from a branch of the consciousness that created Selene. And there wasn't a day that she didn't despise the Romans for being so unoriginal that she had to suffer such fate. From that day on, she vowed to destroy Selene. It was the only way she could feel comfortable in her own skin. "You are never going to get away with this," Selene said from where she was trapped in a glass jar in front of Luna. Her temporary prison until the spell that Luna left in it faded away. Luna let out a laugh, "Did you hear that, Olga? A feisty little thing, isn't she?" "It wouldn't be for long. The boy is about to wake up." Olga smirked, gazing at Tristan, who was sleeping on a bed across the room. They dragged him earlier into the fortress, helpless. "Are you sure he is Endymion? I claimed the boy's wolf when he was young, through his father. Went to all that trouble just to keep Selene from noticing who he is. I am ver
The big, white moon in the night sky watched Endymion. She didn't know why she started doing it, but now it occupied most of her time. It wasn't just because he was beautiful, it was also because he was funny and smart and made the most of his life despite his humble situation tending to his sheep. As far as humans went, it was a fascinating combination for Selene. As now, Endymion was sleeping when one of his sheep licked and wet his hair. "Lon, you bastard." He woke up, stumbling and flapping around comically as he went near the stream and looked at his reflection in the water. He screamed like a hyena. Selene laughed for the first time in years. "Are you laughing, sister? I don't think I've ever heard you laugh." Eos, the dawn who had just begun rising from the horizon, appeared beside her. Selene cleared her throat in embarrassment. "You've been watching this human for months now, did you realize that?" Eos commented, amused. "Was I?" Selene was clearly playing dumb, bu
The others have commenced the next phase of their plan, which didn't include Tristan and Francesca again. So they chose to have their alone time in Francesca's room. There was nothing much to do anyway, until Selene figured out how to escape from her universe. Most of them were anxious, fearing that Luna would notice something was awry before they could put the rest of their plan in place, and Francesca was one of them. Tristan, though, was certain that they would be victorious, so they both agreed to put the thought of the war behind them for a while. "Have you talked to Stefano yet?" Tristan asked as he cuddled closer to Francesca. He had taken off his disguise earlier, and so did Francesca. "No." Francesca replied,"We've been actively avoiding each other. And since Selene's not with me anymore, I can't say that I mind it that much. As Francesca, I have no obligation to him, and he will only ever be my abuser." Tristan was silent, playing with her hair. "I think you should tal
They were at a briefing with their people, and Francesca could not look at her mate. She couldn't believe that they did that. When they were in the middle of a war, no less. They must be completely out of their minds. But still, it was nice to have him on her skin again. She felt like glowing and she could not help but bush every time she remembered the time they spent together. Their eyes met again and Tristan raised his eyebrows at her comically, knowing. Francesca giggled, but then her eyes met Stefano's across the table, and all smile left her lips. She cleared her throat to disguise her discomfort. "How long until Luna notices something is off?" Alberto asked everyone in the room."Depends on how long Veronica's spell would hold," Layla answered."It would definitely not give us away for at least a week or so. I put my all into that spell. As you can see, I am totally drained," Veronica answered. She looked drained. As much as she still could not forgive the demon, Francesca had
Francesca almost fell on her seat. Selene. She was back. She grasped her chest in happiness. "Hello, Francesca." Selene said, "I see you left some space for me to easily find you. Thank you."Of course." Francesca replied, "But you had us so worried. What took you so long?" "Just found it hard to say goodbye for a while." the goddess answered. Just then, a delayed reaction of the goddess coming back inside her hit Francesca and she almost lost her baalnce again. “Francesca, are you okay?” Stefano caught her arm. Seeing who was holding her, Francesca pulled it back instinctively and Stefano awkwardly let go.Tristan frowned, "Qin ai de, you're tearing up. What's wrong?" he asked, replacing Stefano's hand on her arm. Francesca looked around as everyone stared at her worriedly and noticed it was true. The blur must've been from the tears that were starting to gather in her eyes. They were tears of happiness, though. “I’m alright. It’s just…” Francesca said. She couldn’t help but smi
Their plan was to attack the unwitting Luna in her own castle, and Francesca could have a panic attack just thinking about it. It was true that the old Francesca, who was fearless and optimistic, was back. She could feel the old her and she was happy to welcome her back. But remnants of the version of her that was wounded by Stefano by all means possible still peeked from where she had hidden her. Speaking of the devil, Francesca saw Stefano approach her from a corner. She tensed like she always does whenever he's near. But she thought about what Tristan said about it previously and held her ground. "Hi," Stefano said as soon as he reached her, scratching the back of his neck. Francesca wasn't at all used to seeing him so unsure in front of her, it was unnerving. "Hello," Francesca greeted back cautiosuly. "Francesca, listen, I--" Stefano said. "If you say you're going to apologize for everything you've done, I would have no choice but to laugh." Francesca interrupted, her heart f