I first laid my eyes upon Rhian; I understood she was different. On my first day in the Blood Moon Pack, I spotted her when my father decided that I did not fit for the deity life with him above. My skin under my clothes was blue and yellow from the abuse I'd had to endure the night before. I was in great pain, and she smiled at me like a princess from one of those Disney tales as humans enjoy this kind of movie. Since Ayla was young, I used to guard her; I could continue doing so but not in my deity form; I could be in the body form and shapeshift to a werewolf. I felt reborn even after living a thousand years as a deity.And while a typical kid would have gladly made friends with the cute girl, I stood frozen. It was as if my feet had grown their gnarled roots and stuck them in the ground. I had never been faced with kindness, and my initial instinct was to run, but then I clenched my fists and fought to steal the spade and bucket from her.I lost, not that I'm bitter about it. The

AxelDays passed into months, yet Ria had no trace of remembering Gray or me. She was constantly visiting her therapist, hoping that it would help her remember things about our love and our son, Rolf said I should call her, Nova her human name for not to confuse her,"Can I still call you mommy even if you don't remember me?" Gray muttered while sitting on his bed, and Nova was holding a storybook I supposed she read a while ago for Night. The door wasn't completely closed, and I wanted to bid good night to my son when I heard them talking."Of course, sweety, I had seen your baby photos and my photos when I was pregnant with you; my mind might not remember you, but my heart does, you are my child, and nothing is going to change that."She said, tucking Gray on his bed, then turning on the nightstand light and planting a kiss on his forehead."Good night, mommy; I would pray to God for you to remember daddy and me." Gray whispered; he was so kind given his young age. My heart longed f