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And there, emerging from the brilliant light, stood a figure we had not expected to see. It was Luna, the enigmatic witch of the Silverwood, her eyes gleaming with ancient knowledge and power. She held out her hands, a barrier of energy forming between us and the nightmarish entity. "Luna," I whispered, relief flooding my voice. "What are you doing here?" Luna smiled, her voice carrying a note of urgency. "There is more at stake than you realize," she said cryptically. "The true path lies not in confrontation, but in understanding. Conquer your fears, and you shall unlock the key to the Silverwood's salvation."

She is talking super fast it's hard to keep up with her words. "Sure that's easy enough. We have a pasta shop that is really good called Emilio's and it's not too far from here." We keep walking lazily and get stopped several times so people can inspect the strange woman holding my hand. We exchange some pleasantries with passerbyers but nobody has the balls to ask who is with me. They all sniff the air when we pass and I wonder if they can smell the scent of their Luna. It would be faint due to the fact we havent marked each other and she hasn't went through the process of the Luna Ceremony, but the scent might still be there. Grey smelled it instantly, his nose would pick it up faster than

A full moon hung impossibly large overhead, bathing everything in silvery light. A low growl announced Nyx's arrival, my wolf aspect padded into view. Holy Moon Goddess, she was gorgeous. “Welcome back, little one,” she rumbled, her voice carrying directly into my mind like warm honey. A shimmer of silvery light heralded Astra's appearance. My witch aspect manifested as an ethereal figure that seemed to be made of moonlight and stardust. She looked like something out of a fairy tale, if fairy tales featured badass magical beings.

As my mother once said, destiny is a puzzle, and I’ve solved it. I am Godiva, Luna of the Moonstone pack and a descendant of the Moon Goddess, the resilient heart of the Twin Alphas.

For how long will I push the thoughts to the back of my head. “The full moon is some days away, don’t you think you should tell Michelle?” “Tell her what?” I snap at Izzy in anger as I ball my hand into a fist, “that I become ten times more violent on a full moon? That I don’t care who or what I destroy?” The more I talk, the more angry I become. Michelle is so pure, she isn’t supposed to know about my dark side. I only love her and I want her to remember that for all eternity.

And what did she mean by asking if she could hear her? She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, and cautiously replied, "Emily? Is that really you? How... how are you speaking to me like this?" Emily's voice resonated through Ivy's mind once again, filled with both relief and urgency. "It's a mind-link, Amy. We can communicate telepathically. Listen, today is the full moon, and I wanted to see if your wolf has finally awakened. Can you feel any changes within you?" Ivy's eyes widened as her mind raced to process the information. The full moon? Werewolves? And now Mind-link? What more could be in store for her in this crazy place. Panic threatened to overwhelm her, but she fought to

Mac hissed while I stood there, speechless. So, I have a mate who is supposed to be some kind of reincarnation or emissary of the Moon Goddess herself? It was way too hard for a skeptic like me to digest, but then she did have a silver wolf, and even I knew how rare a phenomenon that was. Was Ivy really that powerful? “Are you sure it’s not all a myth?” I mumbled. “If that’s what you want to believe,” she gave me a look. “But why are you so curious?”

Her fingers tremble slightly as she drags her pen across her note, slowly trying to play it off. I wait long enough for her to say something. But she doesn’t. I grind my teeth in frustration. “Look, Ivy, I know what you might be think—” “What are you?” For a second, I'm stunned by the forwardness of her question. Still trying to find my words, she finally turns to face me for the first time all day. “What are you, Grey?” “Ivy, I...” I exhale and steady myself for the truth. “I’m a werewolf.”

She rounds the desk and lays a hand on Arora's forehead. Alora snaps her teeth at Ivy, and I snort with laughter. She is acting like a pissed off puppy that isn’t getting her way. "She's burning up," Ivy whispers. "So," Alora hisses. Ivy sighs and turns to me. "Your mother was my friend, too. She got like this. Once a month around the full moon." Alora is rubbing her face along my chest like a fucking cat. I try to wrestle her off, but she is strong. It is not worth restraining her.

So quiet, it was almost as if she had never existed. Adelaide's omega, Ivy, represented Adelaide at the Bloodmoon Pack. The moment she stepped onto the territory, she frowned—the pheromones were a chaotic mess, blending grief, defensiveness, guilt, and raw, suppressed fear. The Bloodmoon people didn't dare provoke her. She carried the scent of the Blackthorn Pack, a pack known for protecting the weak, and they knew better than to mess with them. Ivy simply laid down her bouquet and said, "May Tamara's soul find peace with the Moon Goddess, and may she watch over her child."