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"A drink made from moonlight. It was most commonly used by wolves to make unwilling mates... willing. It's waters that have been bathed in moonlight for centuries upon centuries. It doesn't do anything to humans, except give them diarrhea from drinking dirty cave water. To shifters, however, it makes them completely primal when it comes to sexual desires. Like, more so than you'd think. If you saw it in action, you would understand why it's banned." "Why was this in your club?" I ask, arching a brow at him. Seems risky from the get-go. "Well, it's not just my club, firstly. Zane owns half. And he wanted a select few to have access to it. Obviously, his mates would be on that list." "Which on

This was the first time I had taken the step to exercise in the blood moon pack but that was because I was feeling free at this point. By the time I was done, I was dripping a lot of sweat, and when I looked around, a lot of eyes were on me, but I didn't care. I stared up and noticed a figure watching me. I smiled, knowing who that was, and then ran in for a cool shower. While in the bathtub, I daydreamed about ruling a pack with Damian by my side as my alpha. "It would be so sweet to have the Ravens pack under this amazing Blood Moon pack," I muttered and laughed at my words as I enjoyed the rosy bath.

I explain. For a quick seconds, I saw her hands trembles with a terrified expression, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. She stutters in-between as she exclaims. "A ban-banshee! The death mother!" "What?!" I mutter, surprised. "She is a Banshee! The death mother, who reincarnates once in every four thousands full moon!"

I spun around, startled. Kane stood in the doorway, panting, his eyes wide. Behind him came Dane, his jaw clenched, scanning the room. Lila was right behind them, holding something tight to her chest, Zane’s old jacket. Her face was pale. All three of them froze as soon as they saw her. The Moon Goddess. Floating just above the ground, glowing softly like moonlight made flesh. Her long silver hair shifted in a breeze that wasn’t really there, and her eyes glowed with quiet power.

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.

That was what they called it now like it was something that had simply happened rather than something that had been done. Twenty-seven wolves were killed In one ceremony all because one Blood Moon rose red and swollen over Blackwood territory. And Selene, nineteen years old and shaking, standing at the edge of it all with blood on her hands that she could not explain. She remembered the faces more than anything. The way they’d looked at her. These were people who had watched her grow up, who had called her by her name, who had sat at tables with her and laughed with her and told her she was going to be the finest Luna their generation had ever seen. They all looked at her like she was someth

“But this pack believes Omegas exist to be crushed. To remind others what weakness looks like.” My hands clenched. “I’m not weak,” I said. Maeve met my gaze. “That’s what frightens them.” A chill slid down my spine. That night, sleep came in fragments. When it did, the Moon found me. I stood in a silver field, barefoot, the grass glowing beneath my feet. The sky shimmered, heavy with stars. “You hide too well,” a voice echoed. I turned. A woman stood before me, her hair woven from moonlight, her eyes endless.

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

She makes quotes in the air for the sake of emphasis and I don't miss the deadpan flat drone of her voice. Another moment of silence passes between us…both of us lost and processing our thoughts. Menodora brings her knees to her chest, hugging herself to soothe her pain away. "No one is even asking what I want. What if I don't want any of this? I never asked to be born of the Blood Moon…" She is on the verge of tears and almost hysterical now. "Then don't, you don't have to do anything you don't want to,” I take her hand in mine, rubbing soothing circles in her palm.

The moment it hit the wall, it burned through it and the red light went through… When the hot rage air was melting the wall within Megan's body, some of it slipped out of her body and hit Eden. “Arrrrrgh?” He screamed in horror as he felt it on his skin. He quickly jumped off her body. Ethan, who was standing by with his penis in his hand, already wanking in readiness for his turn, was also shocked. He didn't see what hit Eden. He didn't feel the heat either, but he saw Eden's skin reddened as if he just suffered from a hot water spillage. “What is the Moon mother's name?” He gasped as his erected penis shrunk in fear. “What happened?” He asked as he hurried over to Eden.