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I watched as Lizzy and Annie happily jumped on Logan and Trent, while Tanner was growling, annoyed that he had to carry Damon. “O shut up, and be a nice doggie,” Damon said, making Tanner growl but stopped when Marcus growled at him. Reluctantly, Tanner let Damon climb on top of his back, “Damn... you’re a big donkey.” Damon said making me chuckle as others did the same while Tanner snorted in response. Marcus looked over at me as he lowered his body so I could easily climb up on his back. Getting on top of his back, and making myself comfortable, I noticed that he was taller and much wider since the last time I was riding on his back like this, but there was also a white crescent moon shape

"A new tattoo? I'm in." Noah was more solemn. "It is a vow. Not just of love, but of rule. A promise etched in skin." Elias was there, to guide the magic. Using a blend of Dawnfire silver and pack-gold pigment, he worked on each of us. The old mate mark, the single sun, did not vanish. It became the center of something new. On my chest, the sun was now embraced by a crescent moon (for Neal's spirit) and was rooted by a winding, flowering vine (for my growth and lineage).

The bond exploded, silver and gold intertwining in blinding light, sealing us eternally. Tattoos bloomed across her skin…. her small red full moon on her breast glowed crimson, extending in golden branches with silver petals across her torso, her arms… her whole body, beautiful and ancient. My crescent moon on my right shoulder shone silver, Kieran's on his left mirroring it, linking us forever.

I took a small step closer without deciding to. My eyes moved across his shoulders and then I saw it. On his back, centered and clearly the most carefully rendered of everything there. A woman beneath a full moon, a veil drifting from her in a wind that only existed in the image, her hands reaching toward something or someone just beyond the edge of the ink. The detail in it was extraordinary. The veil rendered in fine lines that caught the morning light differently from the rest of the work, the figure beneath it given presence without a face, the moon above her enormous and full and casting a light that existed only within the frame of the tattoo.

I regretted being a blind, naive fool who traded her pack’s legacy for a deceitful smile. With the absolute last ounce of my fading consciousness, I screamed out to the heavens, crying into the mental link of the creator. Moon Goddess, please… hear me. If you grant me another life… I won’t make the same mistake twice. I will tear them down. I will protect my pack. Just give me another fucking chance! The world snapped. The darkness didn't linger. Gaspr! I shot upright, my lungs violently expanding as a desperate, burning gasp tore from my throat. I thrashed wildly, my hands instantly clawing at my chest, desperately searching for the jagged, sticky tear of the silver blade.

Which I cannot wait for now. She moans and deepens her bite, causing a rumbling roar to fall from my mouth. She pulls away and licks the wound for it to close. And she gasps, “Orion, there is a tattoo forming in my mark on your neck. It’s a crescent moon.” I am a little shocked. All mates get a tattoo like mark after they have marked each other. But never do they get matching ones. I will have to ask my mom about this. “We will look into what the symbols mean, my love. What do you say we go take a nap?” She smiles and goes to get comfy in the bed next to me.

“Your highness is very lucky to have the moon’s blessing by his side” It appeared that a lot of people had seen the glowing moon tattoo on Renée’s wrist on the night of her coronation and most people had recognized it. It was an ancient symbol of the Moon Goddess and who ever that possesses it, is specially blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. And the symbol on Renée’s wrist was a sign that she was a vessel from their Moon Goddess. And if anyone had looked down on her before, there will be a complete 180° change in attitude. “Stop talking!”. Lucian commanded. “Yes I'm very glad to have Renée as my mate. But we have to worry about the looming war” He did not like the way they referred to his

EPISODE FOUR THEME: No time left MOON STONE FORTRESS Luna Meagan paced the doorway with a heavy heart, praying to the moon goddess her husband would be fine. Alpha Carl Damien had been facing some threatening health issues for a while and he had intended to keep it hidden but being a medical practitioner herself she could tell something was wrong with him.

“He used to come to my room in the middle of the night and we would have a go at it. Once he was done, he always left quickly before anyone ever saw us together. It was so hot. After all, you of all people know how damn hot he gets when he is in the middle of slamming his cock in my rear end. And the tattoo on his left butt cheek is the bomb.” When she says that last thing, it hits home. Then I start listening, because he does have a tattoo on his left butt cheek of a moon. Of all things to have a moon on his butt. The first time I saw it, I had a hard laugh because he is mooning everyone. “Get it?” He asked me when he caught me staring at it. “What?” I pretend hard not to know what h

“And didn’t I tell you to drop the formalities when we’re alone, darling?” I have heard of the Dread Moon pack wolves being tattooed, but I have never seen one in person before. His right arm and pectoral are adorned with black ink, and I spy his pack crest amidst some rose designs. It is actually quite a beautiful tapestry and something inside of me seems to pull me toward him.