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Above, the sky shimmered and rolled, spilling its ribbons of color over the world. "You're always caring for me," I hiccuped, the words catching like small birds in my throat. He gave that half-smile of his, the one that balanced mischief with devotion, the one that made me forget entire wars."Well, that's because you're the Lycan King's treasured Luna, silly. You deserve nothing less." A watery laugh tumbled out of me. I tilted my head against his shoulder, watching the green veil sweep back across the stars like silk drawn over glass. "Indeed," I whispered. "I am the Lycan King's treasured Luna. You've shown me that, time after time."

“My brother’s eldest daughter turned out to be the Silver Pack’s Luna. This is all confirmed by many Alpha’s back then during my brother’s funeral.” “However, because Silver Pack was also greatly weakened that time due to a prior attack, as such we did not even know if they still had the capacity to send reinforcements for the Blood Moon Pack. Besides… it was confirmed that the Lycan King and Luna had completely fallen out because of the death of their unborn child.” Listening to the story and hearing what happened to me, Chloe and to my child from the mouth of an enemy gave me a strong urge to throw a killing rage. However, I dug my nails in my palm to keep my emotions in check and asked i

*THE END OF BOOK 1* BOOK 2: The Lycans’ Luna: Dryad of The Elden Wood Will come soon ;)

“Let me guess, she gave you the ‘we’re all doomed’ speech” “Something like that,” I said quietly. He handed me the ceremonial mask. It was bone-white with gold trim, and cold in my hand. “Let’s go,” I said, putting it on. By tradition, the Luna and Lycan did not see each other’s faces until the wedding night. It was meant to symbolize trust… but today, it felt like a blindfold. I stepped into the corridor, my heart was heavy and my steps slow. And somewhere deep in my chest, Varra’s words echoed like a curse. Trust no one.

“They are all the books on lore about Lycans. I thought they may be helpful to get Luna back.” A smile crept onto my face. “That was very thoughtful.” I grabbed one of the books. Expecting her to dismiss herself. However, instead, without me asking, she opened and a book and together we began reading silently. Looking forn answers in the words of authors that no longer existed. After what had to be over an hour, Angelica let out a gasp and looked up at me. She turned the book towards me. My heart sank at the words.

"He desired nothing more than the throne, betraying us all in his pursuit of power. Clinton had become a traitor, and he deserved to face the consequences of his treachery. In that moment, the rogues surrounding me restrained my weakened body. Knowing their numbers surpassed what I could possibly overcome, I resisted the urge to struggle futilely. I endured the onslaught, blows raining upon me, claws tearing at my flesh, while Clinton revelled in sadistic amusement, his wicked laughter echoing through the air. But amidst the agony, Luna's tearful cries never ceased. She clung to hope, desperately wishing for an end to the torment. Then, as if in response to her anguished pleas, a surge of en

Eli tried to help Ben with firewood until Mara reminded him he had nearly died twice tonight and should sit before she made him sit. The boy sat. I walked to the carved wall. I did not choose to. My feet carried me there as if the floor had tilted under me. The carvings stretched from floor to ceiling, hidden beneath dirt and roots. I brushed moss away with my sleeve. A crowned Lycan emerged first. Tall. Powerful. His head tipped back in a silent howl. Beside him stood a woman. Human. A sword in one hand. A crown in the other.

They don’t exist! “You’re a lycan Hannah. The first of us. Made from our true father, Hyperion who was also Luna, the Moon Goddess’ father. Lycans are said to be extinct so this is incredible. Truly a miracle,” Rafe says, as he rubs his hand into her palm. She raises her head and stares off into the darkness. The way this night is going, a leprechaun riding on a unicorn might come out from behind a tree and give us a pot of gold.

For she will die too soon And end the tales sung by her futile tune In trade, her crimes will bring a new life At the cost of everything touched by pale moonlight Without a bond, she will still be bound Her first victim’s is the heart that must be found Though she may defy the moon It will still reclaim what it knows to be true' ‘His attempt, however, was futile. Luna Queen Melanie Faolan and the two day old princess were protected fiercely by their newly appointed guard. He succumbed to his injuries, but ended the reign of Lycan King Ulf Talbot. It is curious why Isaac Ambrose was blessed as a lycan, and it has called into question everything we know about how to obtain the lycan blessing.

Luna was eighteen months old when she started reading. Not picture books. Ancient texts in languages she shouldn't know. I found her in Dante's office, surrounded by books from his private collection, reading what appeared to be Latin. "Luna, honey, what are you doing?" "Learning about the elements, Mama." She pointed to a passage. "This book says there were originally six elements in werewolf magic, not five. But one was lost during the Great Schism." I sat down heavily. "Where did you learn to read Latin?"