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he moaned, pulling out his fangs, and I winced in pain before clutching the side of my neck, my body trembling as I crawled away from him and using the last ounce of strength I had to sit up straight. ​“I want more,” he moaned weakly, his eyes filling with lust, and at this point, I could barely recognize him anymore. His face had twisted up in the most sadistic and sick way as he kept staring at the blood dripping down my hands and onto the white bedsheets before shooting me a lustful smirk. ​“You’re a monster!” I yelled, more tears rolling down my cheeks as I tried to ignore the growing pain on my neck and gripping the bite mark tightly.

Mitne I will ignore the steps for now. I am curious to learn how this moon magic works. There has to be something here about that since the scroll I just read made the stairs appear with the beautiful door. I took a deep breath and my hands picked up another scroll. I took a deep breath and rolled the scroll open. What luck, it is the next chapter to the one I was just reading. Chapter 15: The Lycan's Luminous Revelation

POV: Aria I didn’t mean to fall asleep. Not really. But sometime after midnight, when the house finally went quiet and Maya stopped rattling in the kitchen like a gremlin, exhaustion dragged me under. When I opened my eyes again, the room was silver with moonlight. And something was calling me. Not a voice. Not a word. Not even a sound. Just pressure. Soft. Steady. Familiar in a way nothing unfamiliar should be. My wolf — the one I’d never met — stirred.

Her glowing eyes slowly dimmed. "Lyara... forgive me..." Elune's voice whispered in her mind. Her energy was depleted. In a matter of seconds, her body shrank, her fur vanished, and Lyara fell into her human form. Open wounds oozed blood across her body. Her breath came in gasps, her face pale. She could barely stand. As the rogues approached with low growls and the wizards raised their hands to finish their spells, a beam of light appeared. A blinding white light emanated from Lyara's forehead. The crescent moon symbol shone so brightly that everyone had to close their eyes because of its beautiful yet terrifying brilliance. As the light slowly faded, the screams of the black wizards and ro

The moon illuminated their path, guiding them towards their destination. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the highest peak of the Silver Mountains. The air was thin and crisp, the scent of pine filling their lungs. At the summit, they found a small clearing, bathed in silver moonlight. In the center, a tranquil pool shimmered with ethereal beauty. "This must be the Lunar Pool," Luna murmured, her voice filled with awe. "Now, it's time to perform the Moon Ritual." Amelia and Elias stepped back, giving Luna the space she needed. Luna stepped towards the edge of the pool, feeling the power of the moon coursing through her veins. She closed her eyes, focusing her energy, a

Irina and I both smiled. “Sure, Lily.” Irina tapped my back and gave me a forehead kiss. I guess it really helps that she has healing power. Even her words are comforting. I watched as she headed towards Lily, and then they both vanished from my view. I looked out the window at the crescent moon once more. I'm not sure why, but glancing at the moon also offers me comfort. I recall Master Hatsuke using the moon to represent people's many emotions. There are times when the moon shines but is obscured by clouds, much as someone is deserving but is surrounded by negative thoughts, obscuring his beauty.

As a righteous Luna, I knew she wouldn’t let this matter slide, especially when it's harmful to the werewolf communities. I let her and her friends read it while I waited for Mrs. Molly to finish scrolling through my notes. When she looked at me, there was a bewildered look in her eyes. “You… You created “Moonlight” five years ago?” I shrugged again. I didn’t want her to ask too many questions. With this, it was already enough for people around us to realize what had happened. “This won’t do.” I heard Luna Astraea’s voice. Once again, I turned around to face her to see her and her friends all growing as they read the medical reports.

Lucian’s jaw clenched. A fresh report lay open near his right hand. Redpine, scrawled in a runner’s messy script: *Attack repelled. Heavy rogue casualties. Blackthorn presence confirmed. Aria of Moonblood is seen healing wolfsbane wounds. Locals whispering “Moon‑Luna.”* He ran his thumb over the words *Moon‑Luna* until the ink smudged. “Of course she healed them,” he muttered. “Of course he took her.” He could almost see it: Kael riding in like some half‑tamed storm, Aria at his side, her hands shining with that light she barely understood yet. Wolves kneeling. Vows given. Lines in the sand shifted like they’d never belonged to the crown at all.

Amelia’s POV My mouth went dry. I knew he was only guessing, but the room still seemed to tilt. Relax, Lyra said, amused. You’re not going to explode. I swallowed and looked down at the painting again. The woman under the moon. The glowing hands. The crescent mark. It all felt too close. Samantha turned another page and pointed to a line of notes in simple handwriting. “These refer to moon-thread—violet light within silver eyes. It shows up rarely, and only in wolves tied to certain blessings.”

Verena opened up the book to show how blank it was, saying, "This would only work under the moonlight." Galen nodded, "She is right," he said. "You would be able to read it under the full moon's light." "Rena, you should-" Galen was stunned. He stopped midsentence since he realized that Verena was spacing out. She held the book Lunaria and flipped through its pages as tears started forming in her eyes. "What's wrong, Rena?" he asked. "Why are you crying?" Zoren rushed to make her face him. "What's wrong?" he rushed to ask. "Are you feeling alright? Are you hurt? What's going on? Tell me!"