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I don’t know if he will be able to since he’s bonded with her. I spot her from a distance, dressed in black with a crimson robe, her blonde hair falling down her back in long curls, and I can see the sickly yellow glow of her eyes from where I stand. Morganna sees us approaching, and with a flick of her wrist, a familiar-looking beast appears at her side: one that looks exactly like the beast Caterina summoned on the night she took out Westcott’s vamp lair.

A scroll tied with silver ribbon. I untied the ribbon with trembling fingers and unrolled the parchment. The writing was in an old-fashioned script, but I could read it clearly. *Miriam Silvermoon, daughter of Elena Silvermoon and Marcus Silvermoon, born under the blood moon of the autumn equinox. Marked by the Moon Goddess as The Moon's Last Voice, keeper of the ancient magics, guardian of the balance between light and dark.* My mother. The scroll was talking about my mother. I read on, my heart pounding harder with each line, but as the truth sank in, something inside me cracked.

She is the next generation of Walker witch, which means, from what Morag had shared with me, she is most definitely a she. “How do I go about destroying Tenebris? How can I succeed, when I have no magical ability other than to change into a wolf, at something that countless generation have failed at? How is it I will defeat and break this curse?” “That,” Morag answered for the first time with a small note of sympathy, “I cannot help with, wolf.”

She smiled at Gabriella and said, “My time in your world already ended, Gabriella, but tapping into the moon-goddess's power momentarily brought me back. Ask your question quickly before I vanish again,” Margret said. Gabriella let out a sigh and aksed. “When I tapped into the moon-goddess's powers, I saw a piece of her memory, a fraction of what she'd seen over the course of a thousand years. Tell me, Margret, Who is the blacksmith?”

She crossed her legs, “ I am not trying to hurt you. I just wanna talk.” I regained control over my limps. “Who are you?” I questioned. “My name is Morrigana Devereaux.” She said a cocky smile on her face. I quirked a brow. “O..Kay.” “Okay? What do you mean okay? I am the great Morrigana. Don't you know who I am?” She pinched the bridge of her nose and slowly exhaled. I shook my head. Why should I know who she is? “Morgana, that little disobedient child. How could she not tell you about me?” She grumbled.

Morrigan can clearly remember the day Colfre first saved her, the first time they met vividly like it just happened yesterday. The memory of that day where she danced with death underwater with the threat of drowning and a perpetrator assassinating her. She can clearly remember how she sank down the deep part of the pool thinking it will be her eternal abyss, where her life will end in that moment not until a young man clad in black jumped in the water and saved her from her almost demise. A young man with ginger hair and bright hazel eyes brought her back to the surface just in time.

He cocks his head to the side as he studies my face intently, causing me to squirm in place under his gaze. Words move to the forefront of my mind, beating back the whispering voices that were growing too loud to ignore. The soothing sound of Jamari’s voice floods my system with calm, helping me take control of the magic that threatens to consume me. “I am Morgana Pendragom.” Magic swirls around me, sending my hair flying around my head. “There is nothing I can not do.” A scream leaves my lips as the last of my words fills the space between us. A burst of power shoots out from my body, blasting against the spell placed on the cell door.

I'll be back for you soon. I ran as fast as I could, and because I knew the routes like I knew the back of my hand, I avoided all the patrols trying to track me down. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I reached the border. - I, Beta Brady Brown, resign from my beta status and reject Lycan Moon Pach as my pack. I will continue my life as a rogue and return to save my mate and take revenge on all who cross my path. This is my solemn promise.

Then, her face went dead serious as she glared daggers at Sylvara "You’ve forgotten who you’re talking to. Let me remind you why you should be shaking" Sylvara didn't wait; she unleashed a wave of jagged black spikes. But Morgana simply snapped open an ornate fan, waving it casually. The spikes disintegrated into gray dust before they could touch her. "You know that won't work on me," Morgana sighed. She let go of the fan, and it transformed into a spinning blade, whistling through the air straight for Sylvara’s throat. "NO!" Zayla screamed, stepping out from behind the tree. The force of her voice was so loud it felt like a physical shock. The flying blade jerked to the side, slamming into

***** Moria and Lily still celebrated happily, even when things were falling apart. What was really giving them the courage to do that? Lily would pour wine for Moria as they laughed softly like the world belonged to them. “You’re the only daughter in law I Moria Rossi ever acknowledged,” Moria would say, patting her shoulder. Lily would join her too… Moria didn’t know if she was pretending to be happy or was really happy. If only she knew Lily was a green snake she had unknowingly let into her home… If only Moria knew her true colors…