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while standing to take a view at the nursery again, staring at the empty cribs which Fabian had built for them himself, l felt his hands were better made for battle than wood. My eyes moved to the mural. Luna, the moon goddess, holding two children, one with silver eyes, the other red. I didn’t paint it. No one in this house did.

He bared his teeth, hissing at me as if that would do a damn thing. “C’mon. You’re not scary. Fucking ugly? Definitely. I’m absolutely certain that a human infant is more threatening than you. Shit. Don’t cry. It’ll be okay. My Light Fae friends work wonders with altering looks. I’m sure there’s something they can do … well … maybe,” I said with a grimace. That was all it took for him to release her. I wasted no time in throwing a steady stream of Moon Fire directly at him. It worked just like it had with Bandore by entering his body and making him explode from the inside out.

and she flicked my forehead. An image of two people came into my head, a male and a female. They were trying to sell me to someone or rather something, I couldn’t see who but it was wearing a black cloak. The images in my head flickered around jumping to one of me tearing the same two people apart limb from limb with teeth and claws. The only difference was the person i was witnessing had eyes blacker than the abyss. The image shocked me I can’t believe I was capable of something as horrendous as that. The Moon Goddess bent down and picked some poppies “The colour of our hair” and she threaded one into my hair, resting on my ear before moving away.

So I looked at the carvings instead and found that they told a story. Someone carved the image of a woman into the wall, the carving was the size of my arm at least, with a garland of flowers on her head. Underneath it was a writing I recognized as MOTHER LUNA. Her hand was pointed forward and I followed it to the next carving of a bare man. Not man, the ears looked like the Fae's.

The female’s moon was a deep silver, like steel and the sun was a fiery orange/yellow, both in contrast to her creamy skin. Carefully I picked at another piece of popcorn. My job here was done, it had been seen through. The humans were collapsed in a heap, and I would have assumed they were dead if I hadn’t been able to hear their voices, their conversation too low to make out the words. Satisfied I ruffled my feathers and settled down in my spot, under the couch, for a nap while they recovered. For pictures of the tattoos and other goodies head to my F******k group Charlotte’s Chaos Corner

Azalea's POV Every full moon night, something strange happens. I don't know exactly what happened last night. But as I washed my hair in the sink this morning, I could vividly recall my dream last night, when I "wolfed-out" and ran through the streets of Brooklyn. The moonlight illuminated my path, made everything enveloped in silver light, and I was completely happy. I haven't been that happy in a long time. The thing is, I'm not a wolf. I'm an ordinary human... right? And werewolves don't exist... right?

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”