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Two months since the ceremony, and I still feel like a stranger in my own home. My name is Elara, and I am the Luna of the Shadowfang pack. At least, that's what the title says. What it doesn't tell you is that being Luna doesn't mean you belong. It doesn't mean you're loved. It only means you were chosen—by fate, by the moon, by an Alpha who needed a mate to complete some ancient ritual.

I am however, on my laptop, doing research on the pendant I bought for Xander. The legend Mana told me was true. The Moon Goddess herself carved this. I also found out that the son of the Chief that lost his one love, Aroha, was also the Alpha who mated with the Moon Goddess herself. Mana, the chief, passed it down to his son who later became the alpha of an ancient pack with goddess blood running through their veins. I wonder how it even came to that man's possession though? I mean, that couldn't possibly be Mana himself right? That would be crazy. It could have, maybe, been a descendant of the Ancient Chief?

Upon asking him why he thought a locked book would help them find Varcolac, he still picked another book from the shelf for her. This time, this one had a name on it and it was not locked unlike the big ancient one. The book had ‘Lunar de sangre’ as the title, meaning ‘Blood moon’. He opened the last pages of the book. In one of the pages was a snapshot of the maze on the big book’s covers. The following page was written ‘Varcolac y la lunar de sangre’ in huge bold numbers meaning ‘Varcolac and the Blood moon’. Too bad for them, the pages after this were torn off. Nothing they could get beyond the names and the maze.

Eventually, I found one, but it was a general book about every other god there was to exist aside from the moon goddess. I grabbed the book immediately, and I went out to the living room. They were still seated around, discussing and planning on what next to do concerning the little dilemma we were in. “So guys, I might have found a book that'd be helpful,” I said, walking towards them. “Is that book not too big?” Kieran asked, looking traumatized. “Approximately how many years would it take you to finish off this book?” “I know, right?” Akira agreed with Nyx.

"We need to know what we're dealing with." We look for hours. The moon climbs higher in the sky. Finally, hidden away in a forgotten corner, I locate it. A book bound in black leather. No title. Just a bizarre symbol on the cover – a wolf howling at a shattered moon. My heart skips. "This is it," I murmur. Carefully, I open the book. The pages are ancient, frail, yet the text is legible. It tells about a prophesy. A prophesy concerning a Luna born under a crimson moon. A Luna whose love would either rescue the world... or cause it its destruction.

"Keep a low profile. It really has taken it out of me to keep the Moon from noticing your absence. It would really do me well if you kept to yourself." Damon speaks as he pulls something out of the breast of his jacket. It's a book, bound beautifully, covered in swirls of silvery patterns. When he extends it to me, I notice what it is. It's the Moon Goddess book. I've been desperate to get this off Shinee and Damon for some time now. Each time it's been right in my hands and then torn away, so to finally hold it against my fingertips is a blessing. Perhaps Damon is giving this to me on behalf of Shinee, who drugged me with a truth serum, which in return, I would receive the book for.

Magic swirled around its outside edges waiting for me to step through before closing the doorway. I step through the magical doorway into the room given to me by the beta tanner at the Harmony Moon pack. The urgency in Typhon’s voice confirmed that I was in tremendous trouble with the Gods for assaulting Ares. Typhon’s last words echoes in my mind ‘Stay away until either Selene or I call you back!’

But set against black fur, her eyes don't look like murky green swamp water, they almost glow to a jade. Mak and her team are out surveying The Darkness making sure it hasn't grown. Mak is always worried that she will come back with bad news, but in over 1,300 years The Darkness hasn't grown. Everyone knows about the prophecy, some screaming birds, a tree, fated mates returning, and the return of the royal family. Mak is always talking about some new theory of the prophecies coming true, but it never really concerned me. Everyone is taught the prophecy in primary school:

But today, her focus was off, and she knew why. It was a Dragon Moon--just not for their kingdom. Rather, the kingdom directly to their north, Hightower, would be forced to make the sacrifice that night. Every time a Dragon Moon rolled around, Nya found it difficult to concentrate, even when it wasn’t her kingdom who would choose someone to be taken by the dragon. Just the idea that the bastard would be flying through the sky, filling the air with shrieks and fire, claiming another innocent life. Even if it wasn’t a citizen from Frindom, it was a person who would be dead soon enough, someone who was blameless, and that wasn’t right.

A look that was more than new to me. Applauses that went round was almost deafening. “Say something, Luna!” Someone screamed, and I smiled gracefully, as Ryder gave me a small nod. “I'm more than glad to be back to my pack. To my people. I have no one to be thankful to, than the Moon Goddess. I can't exactly remember what happened, or how I got missing. But I'll be finding everything out again, in due course.” “I really don't think it's necessary,” Thyri said loud enough to gain the attention of the whole room.