The Daughter Of The Moon

Unknown (The Past)

I have to hide her because the gods see her as a threat. She is a half-blood, Half god and half-wolf. I had been rebelling against being forced into a marriage and had gone to the human world. I stayed there for three years and fell in love.

Adam had been grieving at the loss of his mate, who died giving birth to the second son. He was the most gentle and caring man I had ever met. We had slowly fallen in love as I was hired to help take care of his sons.

And now I had given birth to a baby girl. the most beautiful little girl.

Adam named her Ayla, and I loved that he already loved her that much. Also, her brothers, Alex and Kaden, love our little Ayla and always check on her. Adam knew my secret. He knew what, or more like, who I was.

“Adam, I can feel the gods looking for me, and my powers are growing. It can only mean one thing. My mother is dying, and her powers are transferring to me. Soon, I won’t be able to hide. They will know I have been with a mortal. They will search to see who you are, and if they find any evidence of Ayla, they will kill her.” I tell him with tears in my eyes.

“Is there not anything we can do?” He asks me, while holding me in his arms as we look at our six-month-old, sleeping daughter.

“We have to hide her, but it has to be in the werewolf world. We don’t know if she will get a wolf.” I tell him, and he looks at me.

“Where, and how?” He asks.

“I don’t know,” I tell him honestly.

“I know.” A voice says behind us, and we turn to see Adam's Dad.

“You know?” I ask, and he nods his head.

“I do, I can hide her, get her somewhere safe, and make sure no one will ever know where. I am old, it’s time for me to leave this world. I will take this secret with me to the grave.” He promises.

“But Dad, that will mean you won’t be put to rest with Mom. That you will be alone.” Adam says.

“I know, I will find your Mom in the next life. no matter where I am buried, our souls will find each other. Protecting this precious girl, my granddaughter, is more important than pride and traditions.” Adam’s Dad says, putting a hand on Adam’s shoulder as we all look at our little girl.

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The decision was made, our little Ayla would be hidden, and hopefully have a happy life. I will be tempted to look for her, but I know I can't.

We watched as Adam's dad left in the night, with our daughter safely hidden in his arms.

“Goodbye, Ayla.” We say, and I cry in the arms of the man I love.