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The Moon Goddess did not appear again since as She said that was Her last, even so, they still have the seed of moonlight that She left them that they will cultivate and pass on to those who will be next in their blood. Several rainy seasons and summers passed; the weeks, months, and years flew fast, the little seed has finally become a fruit and its grace to the Cohens is a unique ability that will be theirs. And as a tribute to their mother who gave them, the sacred moonlight that resides in them, they called it... "Moon Drip".

Her laughter was unexpected, and it was unclear to me what prompted her amusement. Her laughter stopped, and she looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Ani, you underestimate the depth of your abilities as a Moon Whisperer," she said, her tone filled with confidence. "The moon's presence doesn't solely determine the extent of your powers." Riabhel chimed in, "She's right, my dear. Your connection to the Moon is not limited to its physical appearance in the sky. It runs deeper, you can tap into it regardless of whether the moon is visible or not, so come on, let's try it."

"Nothing much" "Your kind are the second most blessed creatures of the moon goddess, they were many, spreading themselves through out the lands. In their animal form, they had the strength of a lion, they were fast and mighty, their scent was strong but could only submit betas, Gammas and warriors, never an Alpha but in their human form, it was a complete different story..." She paused, glancing up at Skye, noticing her curiousity. She continued...

Half sick with anxiety, his eyes blurring for a complete minute, his head buzzing with pain and heart beating faster, he pressed his hand to his heart and tried to slow his breathing. Below lay a bowl-shaped valley twenty or thirty miles in diameter, so alkaline that it was white, barren but for a few gray tumbleweeds and a stubble of woodland scrub. It might have been formed by an asteroid impact eons ago, its outlines thawed bypassing millennia but otherwise still as primeval as any place on earth. The uneven smoothness of a large path on which mirages of water glistened intersected the valley. Along with the tiny windows in the narrow cottage, the heat phantoms gleamed and crawled.

I sob uncomfortably, my hands trembling at my sides. Mom takes hold of my hands, pulling me into her warm embrace. Her arms wrap around my waist, hugging me tighter to her body. I can feel one of her hands slide into my hair, stroking the back of my head as her other hand rubs circles on my back. “Shh. Shh. Moonbeam, everything is going to be alright. I promise you.” She whispers beside my ear.

Lily. Liam didn’t even think about his feet or his legs or anything as he pumped himself, pushing his muscles to run to her as if he was trying to make a touchdown. He was screaming for her, begging for her to come to him, but she wasn’t moving. She was bleeding from her neck, and was incredibly pale. When Liam took her into his arms, she was cold. The blue in her eyes was disappearing. “Lily, oh my Lily,” Liam cried. “No no no, look at me baby. Baby look at me. Please, please,” He begged her. He begged her with everything in his belief system. He begged and begged.

This was unbelievable, Ramanov was freaking unbelievable, he had forgotten it I'm sure, I folded it in my hand and went to the bedroom, another cloud of thought hovered in my head after reading it. The following day was as eerie as ever, the bed I would see flying by the window hitting it with its beak and limbs, was not active today, it has never failed to mark its daily routine of making a sound there. I glanced at Moon. She was just laying freely and still sleeping with her mouth open. I giggled as I moved my hand over and glued her two lips together, making her roll and toss to another position.

"Day, month, year?" Mara folded her hands in front of her, her steady gaze on him. "One lunar cycle of the moon. That's how long you have."

BAEKALIS’ POV I stared at the ceiling, absent mindedly twisting and turning the silver ring on my left ring finger, feeling the foreign object. I took a deep breath in, my chest swelling before it went back to its original size as I exhaled a puff of air. I turned my head to the side, watching as Cyrus slept peacefully shirtless, his arms underneath his head as he laid on his side, his fist still curled as if he was preparing to punch anyone at any given moment.

At least, it’ll help against having to walk through the pillars and wall edges when using the window. I stand in front of the window, right where the moon casts its glistening light, and spread my hands wide, letting it hang freely in the air on both sides then take a deep inhale. My chest heaves due to the impact of my inhalation. I close my eyes, maintaining the wide smile on my face then I let out an exhale out my mouth. It’s a beautiful full moon and there’s nothing a psych doctor loves more than the dark. The only thing missing is blood. Human blood.