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They don't have any preference but to trust this human. David Apsyrtus turned his body so he faced her, He grasped both of her hands. "Each lake in the Moonland has unique properties. I discern them when I touch the water. While I know now who you are, it will not be easy for you. I think you are her daughter, you are the offspring of the last Moon Goddess,the one who will bring an end to this war, besides he also had the ability of fire like you." David clarified. His words were kindness, a concern that was so quick that for her, it was natural. This vigilance was a part of who he was and that was, if she was honest, the most attractive feature she had seen for quite some time.

She is wearing a white dress as yellow orbs illuminating it. “Here we bless the new Priestess of the Moon, Luan” a woman said and move closer to her. A crown made of silver was placed on her head. “Thee I bless Luan the grace and voice to cradle anyone in pain” another woman comes up and touch the crown, this time it turns clear like water. Five more women bless her, with every blessing her crown turns to different shade and now its black. Then a man came up, he looks exactly like the man who just kissed her.

Ruffin left for another task while Asher and Octavio settled. He took out his blazer and filled a glass of scotch for himself. “Did someone trigger you?” Asher questioned. Octavio could confess he got triggered by a stupid human girl; that would be a shame. “Full-moon is coming. And you know how the moon called our temptations.” Asher understood his alpha was in urgent need to release himself. “What about the girl we picked from the wedding hall?” Octavio remembered. “Leia,” Asher replied.

"Isla's expression was very ugly, she looked even worse than when she left the Ye family. If it weren't for the fact that she was sitting at a distance, Mango really wondered if the older lady was ill. " Mango scoffed at Isla's words. "I am definitely Mango Shen. If you want to replace Marissa with me, you ought to prove your ability in doing so. Why don't we talk about what happened five years ago when I had my cosmetic surgery?" "Isla sneered and said, ""You are too naive. Do you really think that I invited you here today as a guest? You're nothing in comparison to me. Let her kneel to me!""" "As she spoke, a few burly men immediately walked out from the hall. Each of them held sticks in t

Isolde’s expression turned grim. “You are not just Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack, child. You are the echo of a prophecy older than this land.” “What prophecy?” Isolde didn’t blink. “The Moon’s Forbidden Mate.” Avery stepped back in shock. Lily whispered, “What does that mean?” “It means,” Isolde rasped, “that love will destroy your fate… or awaken it.” Suddenly, the ground trembled. A shadow swept over the cottage. Isolde’s eyes widened. “He’s found you.”

Some of the wolves submit while others grumble but none move. A voice rises above the others. A female. “She is a weak, half-blood outisider, and you are making her Luna.” “She is stronger than you and you are a full werewolf. Underestimate her and die just as Armond did. Either you accept this or leave because if you challenge it won’t be her you face but me!” Frank growls.

And she had easily brand me as a scheming manipulator. I used to resent it, but nothing changed. I hadn't done anything wrong. I just wanted to live. Why wouldn't they give me even the tiniest bit of love or trust? Until the five-year deadline hit and the Moon Goddess declared my mission a failure. She said I'd lose my wolf within the month and develop cancer - bone cancer, the most painful kind. When the bone cancer hit, I'd lost my healing abilities. God, it hurt so bad. But when I was writhing on the floor, drenched in cold sweat from the pain, not one of those three men was by my side.

I nodded once, hoping it was the truth, even though the lie tasted bitter. From outside the chambers, I could hear the sound of music already playing, the chanting, the roar of the Crimson Moon Clan, as they gathered in the courtyard. My pack, my own people. Tonight has been planned as the night they would all bow to me not because of tradition, but because, out of all the young maidens, the Moon itself would recognize me. But instead of feeling special, the Moon awkwardly felt… far. “A Luna should at least feel full tonight,” I murmured. “Like the feeling gotten from standing under rain after a drought.”

"Good. That is the answer I was hoping for." She reached into a drawer beside her chair and pulled out a small leather pouch. She held it out to Lyra. "Take this. It belonged to my grandmother, and her grandmother before her. It has been passed down through the generations of wolf-less women in my family." Lyra took the pouch and opened it. Inside was a small, smooth stone, dark as night, with a single silver thread running through its centre. "What is it?" she asked. Elara's voice dropped to something almost reverent. "A moonstone. It is said to carry the essence of the moon goddess herself. It will protect you when the darkness comes."