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Mandy asked Wyatt and then pointed at the rest of us and added, “That question goes for you all too.” We laughed at her seriousness and one by one shared our favorite childhood stories. “That is so cliché,” Zen said to Annie as she said she loved The Little Mermaid. We all laughed and she turned red from embarrassment. “Okay, your turn.” I turned towards Damon, smiling and tucking my feet under me, waiting to hear his answer. He laughed for a moment and then his eyes grew sad. I didn’t know why they got sad and I wanted to ask him, but then he said, “The legend of a white Moon warrior.”

She said as if she had not just lifted me up through the air and brought me down in a second. I gulped and tried to recall what I was going to say. “D…dark magic is unholy, it is impure and vile. So we need something holy to kill her and destroy this book.” “What is it?” One of the onlookers asked and I replied. “Us. All of us are created by the Moon Goddess. All of us awaken our wolves under the moonlight. Essentially, we all have traces of moonlight in our blood, in our very soul. So if we all try together, we could destroy the book.”

Our Swamp Alpha seems to have a serious infatuation with Mj, and it seems the other wolves are either playing some serious head games or Dante's absence might have paved the way for a new wolf in our assassin's life? "Par la Lune"- English, by the moon As always I appreciate everyone who has stuck with me to this point, I was going to split this chapter into three smaller ones but I wanted to see how everyone felt about the larger single ones instead. If you would like to stay in the know with whats happening with WOTW or you just want to chat about what you love or who your favorite wolf is the F.B. group page is Author DangerBeanz Fan Page. Go check it out and as always Happy Reading!

Sophie The moon hangs high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the fairgrounds. The usual joyous atmosphere twists into an eerie tension as Damian's secret unravels before my eyes. I stand frozen for a moment, my fascination momentarily overpowering the fear that should consume me. The tales of werewolves have always been distant echoes, whispered warnings from from my grandmother to keep curious minds like mine at bay. Yet, here I am, on the front lines of a supernatural battle, witnessing the transformation of humans into majestic, fearsome creatures.

They aren’t human, that’s for sure, but I have no idea what they are. ‘What do we have here then? A little lost pup, far from home.’ The woman next to me leans in close and her blond hair drapes across my shoulder. Her eyes fix on mine and I’m absorbed by the swirl of purple and black that stares back at me. The other two women laugh loudly, uncaring about the attention they bring to our corner. ‘Don’t be shy. What’s your name?’ The one with long auburn hair speaks now. Her voice is quiet but she instantly draws my attention. There is a dark energy that surrounds her, I can sense it. ‘Lord Alpha Lucius of the Blood Moon pack.’ They stop for a moment and exchange apprehensive glances between

My gut, which has made better choices lately than my brain, nodded. Another page talked about marking and the ceremony and the way a pack grows stronger when an Alpha and Luna are mated. Luna. I read it out loud in my head and it sounded ridiculous and heavy at the same time. Another forum thread insisted humans could be mates, whispered about rare clean turnings, about the Moon choosing across species when principles align. The word Moon kept popping up like a proper noun you were supposed to capitalize or else. Some of it was mythology. Some of it was bullshit. Some of it sounded like it had been written by someone whose knuckles still ached when it snowed. I scrolled until the words blurr

⸻ The Forgotten Truth “We were born under a cursed moon — twin daughters of enemies bound by prophecy. Our father, Cyril, was the Alpha of the Shining Pack. Our mother, Mia, a witch known across five realms for her power and pride. They hated each other. But the Moon Goddess forced them together — because only their union could create us. Hybrids. The ones the gods feared. The coven came for us. So did the pack. We were hunted by the very blood that made us. So we ran. To the mountain.” ⸻ Aya took a step closer. The sky above her darkened. “We grew up here. Strong. Bold.

The garden, wrapped in the cloak of night, became a haven for whispered confessions and shared dreams. The winter garden, a sanctuary beneath the celestial dome, cradled us in its arms as we sat together, hands entwined, lost in the serenity of the moonlit night. I sighed, my gaze fixed on the silver orb above. "The moon holds a quiet kind of magic, does not it, Liam?" He smiled, his eyes reflecting the lunar radiance. "Indeed, Daliah. it is as if each beam is a whisper from the cosmos, weaving tales of love and destiny."

Maela whispered. Silence. Then she stepped closer to the pedestal and raised one pale hand. A shimmering pool of silver formed in the air between us. And in it, I saw flashes. A war. Not just wolves—but creatures with glowing eyes and scales, beings made of shadow and fire, tearing through forests and skies. And in the center of it all—women with marks across their skin, channeling moons and stars through their veins. Moonbound. One of them looked like me. The vision faded.