LOGINBIANCA'S POV.The next day, I lay in bed, face up, my thoughts wandering. The Lunar wolves bloodline, Logan had said, dropping the information on me like it was enough to correct anything or answer any of my questions but it didn't.I was still the same Luna who didn't know where she's from other than having a grandmother who left her with a piece of paper.Finding the bloodline did nothing like I expected it to. My wolf stirred within me, equally confused but choosing to stay quiet. After Logan had informed me of the bloodline, he promised to do some more findings and tell me what I needed to know.I had eaten and returned to my quarters because I suddenly couldn't think. What was the bloodline? And why have I never heard of them?Am I the only one in the bloodline? Grandma had said the bloodline liveth. Did that mean I was the last heir or survivor? If I die, does the bloodline end? The questions flew in my head, blocking out every attempt at being productive. My assistants had
BIANCA'S POV. "Bianca, do you have dreams?"I raised an eyebrow at him. "Don't we all?" I asked with a shrug, my eyes fixed on him, the gears turning in my head because I was wondering why exactly he was asking that question out of the blues. "We all do, to an extent. I am asking if your dreams are specific," he continued, his gaze stapled on my face. "Perhaps you see old or ancient men or women in your dreams."I sat upright. "How do you know about that?"His mouth dropped open slightly and he removed his hands from the button, forgetting about them. "It happens?"I nodded, confused. "Are you asking because you know or because you want to know?"He waved his hands dismissively. "That's not the point. Tell me more. What happens in your dreams?"I suddenly realised I had never informed him about the woman. I had planned to, but something had always caused me to forget or be occupied. When I didn't respond, he turned his hands into fists."Bianca, is there a problem?""No. None at a
BIANCA'S POV. “Back to the tent?” Mirelle suddenly asked as she stopped walking. I nodded, “Do you have somewhere to be?” She shared a glance with Aurelia before answering, “No. We were just hoping you would teach us something about plants.” “Plants?” “Yes,” Aurelia replied. “We also want to be as good as you are.” That got a smile from me. “What else do you want to learn?” I asked, closing the distance between us so we could continue walking. “There's so much to learn. We only know the plants you show us. How do you know so much?” Mirelle mumbled. “It's a healer's power.” I answered truthfully, not knowing what else to say. “Does that mean every healer naturally knows what plants are necessary for a herb or balm?” I bit my lower lip in thought. That had never crossed my mind, it just came to me. “I think so.” The response was as weak as my conviction. It suddenly dawned on me that it was also one of my abilities.“Other healers cannot do it. They read from books.” Mirelle r
BIANCA'S POV.My hands shook as I applied the balm on my knee. I had brushed it against the door while we rushed in the day before. In the middle of the chaos, it hadn't mattered but now it did. The same way the questions in my heart now did.“Do you need anything?” Aurelia asked gently as she came up behind me, her eyes holding more warmth than necessary. I didn't want pity, or to be looked upon like I was a saviour. “I have said that I am okay.” I replied, slapping the balm shut with more force than I intended. Aurelia flinched, then forced a smile before she turned around. I needed Logan but I couldn't go to him, didn't. I couldn't, I had seen the shock in his eyes when my body had taken up some sort of power I couldn't understand.After the woman had been healed, I had further tended to her till I was sure she could go home on her own. Perhaps it was time to go check on her.The stool I sat on creaked as I rose up and Aurelia and Mirelle were beside me in an instant.“Are you g
LOGAN'S POV.“The Five Ancient Bloodlines.”I read aloud as my fingers travelled through the pages, looking for anything that appeared or held a similitude of the truth. My voice bounced off the tall walls in the library.The Five Ancient Bloodlines.That was the title of the book. It was worth checking, even though it was narrowed to contain only the history of the dead.The Noctryn was the first bloodline, with the image of a wolf under the moonlight. I sucked in a breath and flipped over to the next page. On the next page was an endless explanation of how the healers came to be. It stated how long they had lived, including the date when the last heir to that bloodline died.I did a quick calculation and realised the last of the Noctryn died seventy-two years ago. Every hope of finding something that would provide answers deflated almost immediately, but I shook my head and continued.“The Noctryn were known as healers of the night.” I placed the book down and ran a hand through m
LOGAN'S POV“Alpha,” Kieran called sharply. I looked up at his face and forced a smile. “Have you been speaking?” I asked, rising to my feet. He scoffed and pointed at the table. I turned my attention to where he pointed and shrugged. “What?”“I've been speaking to you for the past twenty seconds and you probably didn't hear a thing.”He pointed again to the table, and only then did I notice the book on it. “You were supposed to sign that or even read through. Did you do any of it?”I rubbed the back of my neck before shaking my head. I didn't hear a thing. Neither did I know he dropped books before me.“I apologise, I've been distracted.” “By what?” he asked and lowered himself onto one of the chairs. “The ceremony was not your fault. Everything….”I raised a hand and he stopped talking. “It's not about the ceremony. I…” I paused, weighing my options. I shouldn't be having this discussion with him. Rather, I should speak to Bianca, but she would still be occupied at the healing t







