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A faint irritation surfaced, sharp and brief. He turned the scroll looking for continuation or explanation. There was more, lower, in a section. There are records… lost to those who feared what they could not control. Damian's gaze hardened as he read on. Some sought to break it. Few succeeded. The method is not written plainly; it is scattered, hidden and buried among knowledge not meant for all. Damian paused, his breathing slow and deliberate. Then one final line caught his eye. To sever what was never accepted… one must first understand what was formed.

Before I could get results on my first F******k search, my phone started ringing. A call from an unknown caller. I hesitated to pick up the call, and before I made up my mind to answer it, the call ended. Then I sighed in relief. Again while on a F******k search, the unknown caller rang back. This time I didn't hesitate to respond to the call. Upon picking up the call, I was met by silence. Then I went first, "Hello.. who I'm I talk.." before I could finish my line, a male's voice intercepted, "It's Jack, I found your wallet and keys, just want to give them back."

The attire covers almost my entire body. I took a deep breath, then unbuttoned the front of my shirt. One by one they were all open, then I took them all off until they fell to the floor. There, I was surprised by something I didn't expect. My breathing became heavier as I groped my right chest. “How come there's… nothing? There's nothing. I don't have the mark...?" **This is the end of Season 1 of The Forsaken Luna's Burning Love. Thank you for riding this story together. Hope you all enjoy it to the fullest. Look forward to the continuation of their story in the next season.**

They only spent a few hours to defeat an opposing kingdom’s army that should have taken a bit longer than how long it takes in the past. What makes the children eager to defeat the opposing armies is that the persecuted children shared their experience to the others who immediately sympathizes for them, making all the children show no mercy to the ones that harmed their fellow gifted. The other kingdoms sees how easily they are defeated by the monsters that they deemed evil. And so they decided to do the same thing but the people have already been planted with fear, it became a common practice for them to avoid getting caught by other people using their abilities. And most of the kingdoms en

What the hell had fun got to do with physics? Next came The Forgotten, the bitter leftovers from the Cosmos's less successful attempts at creation. They were the gods who remembered that they were actually the prototypes, the versions that got scrapped when the Cosmos decided it could do better. They preferred to stay in the corners, with old blueprints and complaining about how things were better in the "good old days" before the moon got all fancy with its phases. Blame it on the EW anyway. Their power was based on hatred and nostalgia, and they spent most of their time writing hateful notes to the Cosmos about "what could have been."

Moving in perfect formation. They parked in a semicircle around the square. Doors opened simultaneously. Wolves poured out. Thirty or forty, all in fighting form wearing Thorne Pack colors. Then Damien stepped out of the lead vehicle. He looked different, like something dangerous. His eyes swept the square and locked on me. "Sera." "You're not welcome here," Marcus said before I could respond. "I'm not here for your permission." Damien pulled out a scroll. Actual parchment. "I carry divine authority from the Moon Goddess herself. This territory is under investigation for harboring Silverblood abominations. I have the right to…"

But what kind of luck leaves you forgotten? What kind of Luna lies rotting in a bed while the pack dances under the moon? I used to count the days. I used to believe I’d get better. That giving birth to a child too powerful for my body didn't break me forever. That maybe—just maybe—he’d come visit and tell me he missed me. I wonder if he still calls me mama. Now I count the seconds between doses. The space between breaths. The dwindling hope that I'd get my wolf back.

I whispered inside Carla. There had only ever been one white wolf in werewolf history. Carla. The realization hit me like a blow. “Carla,” I breathed. “Are you the legendary healer?” “Yes,” she answered through the mind link. “And you were never meant to be ordinary.” “Never meant to be ordinary?” I scoffed before I could stop myself. “Ordinary is far from it. I was forsaken.” “That is not true,” she said calmly. “The Goddess never forsakes her children. It is the evil and greed of wolves that makes it seem so.”

“Let me get this straight. The Harbinger will destroy us all if we do nothing.” “Exactly,” Lance replied. He got up slowly, staring at Selene. “The solution you seek is in Duskborn. Where the forbidden knowledge lies.’ Selenes’ faces turned white. “That's not possible. Duskborn is not a place one can venture into. It's forbidden. Besides, all that's left is nothing but ruins. What knowledge could possibly be there?” “I can't give you the answers you're looking for,” Lance said. “ You have to go to Duskborn if your true intentions are to save the twelve packs. You either go there or watch those creatures destroy everything. It's your choice.”

My tears had long since dried out and even Isa had not reared her head in a while. A few days in the wilderness quickly broke everything down. It was very simple now. I just had to get away. I had never been out of the packlands before so my navigation was horrible. And yet I needed to take just one more step. I fell again but this time there was to be no getting back up. “Do you still live?” A strange voice asked. I looked up, knowing that I was just hallucinating. A shadowy figure in an overflowing dark cloak stood over me. Even his face was completely concealed. He held a thick staff by his side and it was adorned with a giant gem.