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Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she found herself the center of attention, with Misty, her parents, and Zain all watching her with eager smiles. Zain, adorned in an uncommon suit, caught her eye. Hazel attempted to speak but found her words trapped in the charged atmosphere. Without warning, Zain approached and knelt before her. Startled, she hesitated momentarily, her mind racing to decipher his intentions. Before she could utter a question, Zain produced a ring and offered it to her. "Miss Hazel Colton," Zain began, his voice steady yet filled with emotion, "I, the Alpha of Red Moon Pack, am deeply in love with you."

Alexander replied. "What!!!" Elliott blurted out again, sounding alarmed. A werewolf can't possess sorcery powers, but Zico isn't an ordinary werewolf. He is a descendant of the great, powerful mystic and the first ever wolf to have howled on the night of his shifting. Looking back, Alexander knew all along that Zico was most definitely after the title of Alpha. He has always shown it subtly when they were kids, how thirsty he really was for power.

He went around to shake hands with the Alphas near the entrance before he stood beside Cyrus, my cousin and future Alpha of the Blue Meadows Pack, and together they watched the door for the next entrance. "Announcing the arrival of the Alpha and Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, Alpha Aeon Joseph Mikaelson and Luna Alexa Lorraine Robinson Mikaelson." The crowd welcomed Amara’s parents, and together with them, I clapped my hands again. "Announcing the arrival of Young Alpha Alonso Mikaelson of the Blood Moon Pack, together with Lady Davina Rose Montrell of the Black Shadow Pack."."

I subconsciously asked as my hands went up his bare back for support as he pulled me up. As my hands went to his back, my mind drifted to the birth mark I had seen on the baby's back. Every pup who was born of an Alpha King and a Luna had that mark. It was evidence that the pup would succeed his father. I was awestruck when I saw the birthmark on Miguel's back too. It was the shape of a crescent moon in a star. Why the hell did he have it, he was only a Zeta?! I stared at him suspiciously as he lifted me to sit properly on the seat.

Right now, he is trying to hide something. Damien couldn't help but to ponder what Alex just told him. He knew that for him to say something about Jasmine and the killings that had been happening, that means she knew something about that. Apart from what Alex even said about her, he had been noticing her late outings had become persistent and now, he is very suspicious of her. Someone that loves the midnight air wouldn't go out everyday at very late in the night to just 'enjoy the air'. Just because of the recent killings and Jasmine's persistent night outings, Damien realized that the pack was in chaos. Nothing seemed right anymore. Ariel was missing, families were dying, Jazmine was acting

Thirteen was when vampires got access to the abilities and gifts if they had one, just like how we got our wolves. Zion, being a Precoza by birth, gained access to his on his ninth birthday. He was still getting the hang of them, but he was excited. He had the same Precoza abilities that Imeela had. He was also able to cast and could emit electricity from his body. Hecate had made an appearance when Zion was born and blessed him, stating that he would have an important destiny and would hold great power inside of himself. “I promise,” he whispered back to me, eyes twinkling with mirth. “Dad, I’m curious about something. Did it ever bother you that Mom wasn’t a shifter?”

"The moonlit mark is a rare occurrence, a symbol of a werewolf destined for a unique path. Luna, our unexpected companion, carries this mark." Georgia nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, Maximus. Luna is not just a playful pup; it is a manifestation of the moon's choice—a werewolf with a destiny that extends beyond the ordinary. This revelation has implications not just for us but for the Veron Pack, the alliance with Dracula's Pack, and the delicate balance between our supernatural realms."

He’s still sitting on the chair while she’s sitting on the thick wood handle of his chair from his right side. His possessive manner made Mike or should she say, Lilac to plaster a wide grin on his face. “Your face is quite young for a twenty-five year old woman.” Kevin complimented and didn’t care of how Dye reacted. “When is your birthday so we can celebrate?” “September 24 and her zodiac sign is Libra.” Dye coldly said. “Anything else?” He tightened his grip of her waist while the two women were obviously displeased. Mike cleared his throat. “Nothing else. We’re just being friendly here brother, we're not going to steal your woman even if she’s our type.” Mike stated.

God, help me. I catch Zeno's wrist as he's about to attempt to slap me again and pull him towards me. "Betas are born under the Helios moon, not Alphas." That damn eye roll again. Once he feels more comfortable in his new home and around me, I'll show him how much I appreciate his attitude. I may have a thing or two planned, especially to shut his pretty mouth. "Everyone knows that, and despite your opinion of me, even I have a basic knowledge of the moons. It's rare but not impossible. My mother was born under Helios' moon, and as you can see, I don't bear much resemblance to my father; I was lucky enough to inherit my mother's features, not his. I was born under the damn moon and presented

Just static. I pace across the motel floor, boots creaking on the faded linoleum. The map on the wall is covered in pins and red string, photos of Zenith and her family scattered across it like an investigation board. Her mother, oblivious. Genuinely human. Her coworkers? Not so much. One of them might have been a dhampir. Another, definitely fae-marked. Still, none of them were the source. The source was him. Alejandro. The boy who should have died. The aberration in Xavier Wolfgang’s bloodline.