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I leaned back in the chair. “Someone?” I repeated. “A healer,” the voice said carefully. “They say this person can heal your disease.” My disease? For a moment, everything inside me went still. The anger about Yakov faded slightly. Even the image of Sabrina lying on the cold ground faded for just a second.

"The high-concentrate wolfsbane antidote is ready. We're just waiting for you to administer the injection!" "Get moving. I'm waiting for you outside the healing room!" My blood ran cold reading those three urgent messages. Could it really be such a coincidence? A high-ranking Luna. Stella desperately pushing me into the healing room. As panic gave way to logic, I realized this was just a standard case of wolfsbane poisoning. There were plenty of senior Elders at the Sanctuary tonight. Why did they need me, a healer fresh off an exhausting watch, to rush back and lead the team?

My eyes filled with tears as I felt so happy to be standing there as the Luna of the pack. It sounded so surreal that an Omega servant like me could become the Luna of one of the most powerful packs in the area. 'I guess I can say you shouldn't cry and ruin your makeup except you want Emma to strangle us,' Roy whispered in my ear and I chuckled lightly. 'You need to ask them to rise, my love,' Roman said using the mind link. I followed his instructions as he dictated to me exactly what I was to say. The people rose on their feet and the ceremony was brought to an end.

Not literally—but the presence that emerged had a way of commanding space, as though even nature itself gave it room to pass. A tall figure stepped forward, barefoot and silent, gliding over the forest floor like he weighed nothing at all. The sunlight caught on his skin, impossibly smooth and pale, like carved marble dusted with gold. His eyes were molten, glinting like honey with a heat that didn’t warm, only warned. An Incubus. “Relax,” the Incubus said, his voice rich and smooth, like warm smoke curling through a closed room. “If I wanted to hurt you, you’d already be dreaming. But even if I want to, I can’t physically, as my body is not entirely here.”

I cried, my voice trembling with rage as I whispered a desperate prayer, chanting the words with all the strength left in my lungs. “Oh, Goddess of the Moonlit Veil, Mother of Rebirth and Purity, Lunaria, heed my wail. By fang and claw, by blood and bone, Let me rise, though I am gone. Silver light, reshape my fate, Drown my love, ignite my hate. Banish mercy, steel my heart— From my ashes, tear me apart.” A powerful thunderclap roared across the sky as my final word echoed into the void. But I didn’t stop. I continued chanting, even as my voice shook.

Namayani ang malakas na palakpakan at hiyawan matapos ang outro ng kanta. Hawak ang bass guitar, binigyan ko ng isang tango si Collete. “Good evening po, pwede na po kayong mag-request ng song,” ani Collete gamit ang tinig niyang kay lambing sa pandinig. Ngunit kahit gano’n ang paraan niya ng pagsasalita, kahit pa kasing buti ng anghel siya makisama sa lahat. Gagawa ng paraan ang isip ko upang makahanap ng butas na maaaring magpahamak sa akin. All this time, everything seems fine to their eyes. I guess I'm the only one who's fighting my cloud of thoughts. Dark thoughts that keep on bugging me, waiting for my body to collapse before dragging me down to my fears.

She reached for the place her father had warned her about. Her wolf, stirred. “Do it,” Her wolf murmured, voice cal. “But don’t half-ass it.” Scarlet clenched her jaw. A low hum filled the room, vibrating through the walls. Light bloomed beneath her palm first faint, then blinding, white-gold and violent, flooding the chamber like a small sun had been born in Ronan’s bed. Scarlet’s lips moved. Old and ancient Incantations not meant for mortal tongues. Her voice trembled but didn’t break. “By blood remembered… by bone unbroken… by the moon that binds and burns.”

And with Clarissa as our guide, we embarked on a journey that would test our courage, challenge our beliefs, and unlock the boundless. My heart raced with anticipation as Clarissa's voice swelled with fervor, and the room seemed to tremble with expectation. Her chants grew in length and complexity. The precise incantations she uttered carried a profound weight, each word imbued with ancient power and significance. "Zandakuwana Kulamana kiasendazia, Zandakuwana Kulamana kiasendazia," she whispered, her voice weaving a delicate tapestry of sound. The syllables danced on her tongue, forming a lyrical invocation that resonated with the very essence of our beings.

'Dolores inferni circumdederunt me deam talem die plenae lunae reversurus est lava me servum tuum et lux renasci. I recite it loudly, my spell cast chant taught at such a young age by the clan healer. Carefully, and clearly, as the light infiltrates my very soul, invoking my moon god to rejuvenate all my powers. Filling me up and bringing me back to feeling as though I have awoken from a satisfying sleep.

Engulfed by the height of fear Loud creeping mantra I hear In the midst of blowing wind Within the huge prison I seal A butterfly knocked on my empty garden Sprinkling gold dust on my dim den Nevertheless, I shunned From the colors offered in her palms Because I need healing From the monsters I was dealing Yet embraced by the wings of ease My world is now at peace She is my healing She is my cure She gives me feeling My pain I succeed to endure I found my remedy in her eyes