LOGINHi everyone. First, I'd like to apologize for all these days without updates. As I said in my last author's note, I was ill with what I thought was a common case of gastritis, but in the last few days I discovered I almost had a gastric ulcer. It was a very uncomfortable few days, but now I'm properly medicated and can get back to writing! So, thank you for your patience and let's finally start March!
“Don’t pressure her like that, Flora.” Kent placed his hands on my shoulders. “She’s tired and under a curse. Let her rest for today. Besides, her ability is rare and unpredictable. There aren’t even detailed descriptions of it in the books…”“Listen.” Flora leaned on her cane, leaning toward me, her gaze piercing “If I’m right, you’re capable of more than predicting the future, girl. The path of dreams is also a way to connect with the Goddess. But if you’re not yet capable of that, perhaps Kent’s little book is right. Perhaps we should start… Smaller. Now, lean back in your chair. And concentrate, not on your wolf or the Goddess. Think of the person your heart calls for…” Her words alarmed me, but she didn’t seem to care “Whoever that may be…”
“Focus!” I felt something hard hit my ankle and opened my eyes to find Flora there, her staff in hand, as if she were ready to hit me on the forehead with it.“I’m trying.” I sniffed, shifting in the chair where I was sitting “Like, really trying, but…”I tried not to sound discouraged, but it was almost impossible. We were there, trying almost nonstop, all day long, into the night, without any success. Garrett and Elowyn had come to visit me again and again, almost as if they wanted to make sure Flora hadn't squeezed every last drop of blood out of me. I think, deep down, they knew I was lying when I said I was fully recovered. It had only been a day since I'd woken up from that strange coma, and my body was still weaker than I'd like.But if I could get up and walk, then it was time to start training with Flora, as I had promised.My parents' presence didn't bother me, though. Goddess, it was still hard for me to believe they really were my parents and to call them that, but… Being
I don't know how long I cried, but probably a long time. When I finally managed to control myself a little, my eyes were swollen, my face was all wet, and my chest ached from sobbing. Flora brought me some kind of tea that calmed me down a bit, and while she watched me drink, Elowyn smiled, her own face red from crying.“You can rest a little, darling.” she offered, caressing my face “Your father and I will stay here, don’t worry. We know you’ll need all our attention to adjust to your new home. This used to be your baby’s room, you know?” She looked around at the room full of light-colored furniture and lace sheets, the same one I’d seen in my dream “Your father hasn’t changed anything, except the bed. It’s good to be here again.” She leaned closer to her husband’s chest.“I co
“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
My future husband didn't seem willing to let me be alone in his house for more than a few minutes. I guess he still wasn't completely convinced that I wasn't a spy for… Whoever. Sometimes, I would just sit in the room, feeling the gazes of the wolf named Att
I didn't know much about the history and capabilities of the Nightmoor Pack, our clan's enemy for decades, but there was something everyone in our people, from the elders to the children, knew: they were sorcerers. Something extremely rare among wolves. Our pack, f
Anyone would call me crazy for still thinking about running away, but… The wedding was the next day and, as I gazed at the moon through the window, anxiety grew in my chest, threatening to leave me breathless.I
She's here. The little thing. There's a jumble of smells around me, but it seems I can only smell hers, filling my lungs and driving my wolf crazy.But more than that, I can smell the fear. Not just hers, but everyone's here. One of my men had heard the rumor that only the Moonjoys had been greedy e







