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he furrows his eyebrow at my words, so I tell him everything Selene told me. When I’m finished, he growls loudly at what Fate has done, not just to me but to others. Fate has always been a trickster. Playing with the lives of everyone, she is a puppet master. People blame their god for how their lives have turned out, but in reality it’s fate’s doing. She is vicious and can destroy you on a whim. No rhyme or reason. It depends on her mood.

And how many more will die and wash back down to my womb, for this deathless mother to grieve? {No more. This time of half-hearted peace is at its end. From the ashes, a new dawn shall rise. A perfectly logical new world; infinitely smaller, more primal and more desperate. Abaddon shall be released from bondage and lay waste to man’s cities. The cleansing fire of pestilence shall harvest the mortals to near extinction. Only then can possibilities be granted exclusively to those who deserve them.} If the Fate Weaver has her way there’ll be no world left to go back to. I’m sprinting by the cafe towards the fateful backstreet. Just a little bit more…

Her warmth, her presence—it anchored me to this new reality. I had spent countless nights drowning in regret and wishing for the impossible. Now, I had been given a second chance. “Wendy, I’m sorry…” I murmured, my voice rough with emotion. She leaned back to look at me, her brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you even talking about? We’re good, right?”

“I've answered the question with the ghouls so what else do you want to know.” “You still owe me an explanation that.” Catalina said as a matter of fact. “Very well then. Charles what is your question?” Fate looked at me, from above us, scrolls were sorting themselves out and selecting a few. The chosen ones floated down to the table and arranged itself. Catalina stared with wide eyes. “Why did you create her? Can her fate not be changed? Is there something she can do to save the world if her fate can't be changed?” Fate’s eye shifted from Catalina to I then back to Catalina. “I will take her first so she won't be grumpy and ruin her pretty face.”

“You’re late.” “I took a shower,” Zyon replied, tone clipped but calm. Jettson didn’t blink. “The Full Moon is coming. You remember what that means?” Zyon exhaled slowly, nodding. “I do.” Jettson’s voice deepened. “You’ve had seven years. The pack has been patient. I’ve been patient. But we can’t wait forever.” Zyon’s eyes flickered, but he didn’t look away. “A Luna isn’t just tradition,” Jettson continued. “She’s your balance. Your anchor. She keeps the pack whole through you.”

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

A low, approving growl rippled through the crowd. “This year,” he continued, his hand coming to rest on the small of my back, “we do not just celebrate the turning of the year. We celebrate a new beginning for our pack. We celebrate the Moon Goddess’s gift, the completion of my soul, and the arrival of your heart. My Fated Mate. Your Luna, Angela.” He didn’t shout the last part. He let the silence hold it, let the words sink into the cold, still air. Then, as one, the entire Shadow Moon Pack threw back their heads and howled.

I took his hand and kissed it gently. Outside the window, brilliant fireworks rose into the sky, illuminating the entire night and his handsome profile. I looked into his eyes, clear and bright in the starlight. No false messages would ever come between us again. "Never again," I said softly, "Because this time, our fate is in our own hands." The nightmare of my past life had finally ended. In this life, there was only my beloved by my side and peaceful days ahead.

I didn’t want to ruin the mood, but I knew he was withholding information from me. “Once we mark each other, there is no possibility for a second-chance mate.” As if reading the confusion on my face he continued. “If your mate dies before you mark them, the Moon Goddess grants you a second-chance mate. But if you mark your mate, then you are committed to them and only them.” He brushes a hair out of my face, but I push him back, sitting up. “Do you think that's a good idea though? Maybe we should see if I even make it through the full moon.”

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.