LOGIN“I…” I hesitated before Flora’s words, unsure how I should feel. “I just… It’s not that I’m trying to run away from my responsibilities. I understand that if the Goddess gave me this magic, there’s a purpose. And I’m not going to run away from it. I just don’t want there to be any misunderstanding in the future. I mean, the things I’m capable of doing aren’t proof that I’m you
“I…” I hesitated before Flora’s words, unsure how I should feel. “I just… It’s not that I’m trying to run away from my responsibilities. I understand that if the Goddess gave me this magic, there’s a purpose. And I’m not going to run away from it. I just don’t want there to be any misunderstanding in the future. I mean, the things I’m capable of doing aren’t proof that I’m your daughter…”“Is that really the reason you think that way…?” Elowyn asked, and it broke my heart to see how sad I was making her feel. “Or is there more?”"What do you mean? Of course not. I just don't want you to suffer even more if one day you wake up and find out that..."“Is it because we’re Nightmoo
“What?” Elowyn asked, but they all stared at me as if I had just said something completely absurd, instead of the truth “What are you talking about, Holly?”I shook my head, realizing that I did, in fact, need to make them understand who they were talking to at that moment. They thought I was their daughter. They thought I had the potential that Estelle Nightmoor should have, being the child of the Alpha of that pack and a Moon priestess. I needed to explain who Holly Moonjoy really was, so that they wouldn't be too disappointed in the future.“I don’t know if I’m capable of doing this,” I confessed, a little embarrassed “I… I don’t live up to your expectations. It’s not the first time I’ve tried to manifest my wolf. I’ve spent my whole life trying to do this, but I’ve ne
“Why… Why is my hair this color?” I grabbed the white strand, seemingly the only one among the rest of my brown hair, and I pulled it hard enough to make my scalp hurt, unable to believe that it was actually stuck to my head “How did this happen?”“You’ve always had it.” Garrett laughed “When you were born, you had this white curl on your head. We thought you’d inherit your mother’s hair, but everything else grew brown.” There was a lot of nostalgia in his words, but I was too shocked to pay attention.“How… How is this possible…?” I continued running my fingers through that strand of hair “I never…”“Whoever helped the Moonjoys kidnap you wasn’t stupid.” Flora sighed “After all, how could they raise you among the Silverhearts without hiding these little clues in your appearance? Even if they cut your hair, it would
“Three days?” I blinked, wondering if I had misunderstood what Elowyn had just told me “I was unconscious that whole time?”We were all sitting around the bed where I had woken up, after I had put some food in my stomach and taken a bath. It was still a little hard for me to believe that, for the second time in my life, I had been in a coma for so long, but the more I regained feeling in my body, the more it made sense. My head was heavy, my stomach ached with hunger, and my body was so weak that I needed Elowyn's help to even walk to the bathtub.“What happened?” I asked, meeting their worried gazes “I… I remember trying to get out of that underground chamber, but… I threw something up…” I recalled, a shiver running down my spine “But… It didn’t look like blood. Or did I see wrong in the dark?”“No, you didn’t see it wrong.” Flora, who was already in the room after I returned from my bath, tapped her staff on the floor “It was… A symptom,” she murmured, leaving me more confused than
Oh, Goddess. I missed that face so, so much. That impatient frown, the way his lips would purse when he was about to scold me.Him.I missed him completely, as if half of me was missing."Swear!" he said through gritted teeth, but not angrily.He seemed… Distressed. Fear wasn't a word I was used to using when it came to Noah, but… that's how he seemed at that moment. Fearful and tormented, as if he had been tortured.“Tell me!” he insisted, one of his hands molding my face, while that look on his face made my heart ache; Why did he seem to be suffering? Who had hurt him? “Promise you’ll never run away again. Promise you’ll never abandon me again.” His voice was even deeper than usual, his intonation making it sound like he was begging, not ordering.Part of me knew something was wrong. There was a reason why I couldn't promise him that. Something between us, separating us. But, at that moment
I was lying face down on a bed and, judging by the way the sheets were caressing me whenever I moved, I was also naked. That should have been a warning sign, but I was so happy and content that I didn't even care. Goddess, I was so, so content that my chest felt like it was about to burst. Once, I didn't know how to name this feeling, but now I did.Love.I was overwhelmed by Noah's presence, immersed in his essence. I could smell his earthy and pine scent more intensely than I ever imagined possible. There was a slight, satisfying ache between my legs, but I could feel myself growing aroused, ready to have him again.Wait… Again?That thought certainly wasn't important. When I felt a movement beside me on the bed and a muscular arm wrap around my waist, I gave up
The herbal tea I had made for Prince Noah had brought his fever down faster than usual! I saw it with my own eyes! Which meant that all those nights studying in the library and learning which plants I could combine were working!
I always thought reading would be the ultimate hobby I could have, but I was discovering that cooking was something I was passionate about, too.Especially when everyone in the house seemed to enjoy my cooking, and that
My hopes had been a bit up and down lately. Well, mostly down, if I were honest. I had so much hope in the potion ingredients I read about in that book. And finding out that Prince… I mean, that Noah had already undergone several treatments with experienced
Despite spending all my free time in the library lately, I haven't run into Prince Noah again. And I didn't even know if I could call that good or bad luck.Memories of what had happened the night before flooded my mind







