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Zompano asked out aloud for the witches around him to answer. “Alpha, the Red Moon Night can happen any time and can not be predicted,” one of the witches stepped in front and answered. “Yes Alpha and we believe that the prophecy has a deeper meaning to it than what layman understands it. The prophecy’s actual words are that the Zorean Pack’s existence shall be wiped off in this millennium by a creature who shall neither be single in number nor multiple, who shall be neither a man nor a woman and kill the Zorean Supremo neither at day nor at night, neither inside nor outside, neither in the sky nor on the ground, with no weapon made of the living or the non living and finally, the deed shall

“What you say is true, rose Mary. Every guardian for Alfa who is blessed by God has a signature. The four signs are related to each other, namely the signs of the sun, stars, moon and earth. who can beat us. I have an earth sign, and I don't know what mark Elissa has, but I'm sure Elissa knows that she has a mark on her body." "Do you mean the small mark on the right shoulder? All this time I have always wondered why I have a birthmark that is so very unique, I have a crescent-shaped mark and indeed the mark will be believed when I come into contact with Rose Mary, and I thought at first it was just a coincidence or because of Rose Mary's energy. which is so very big, who would have thought

"He wasn't an Alpha. He was a Zeta" "What's a Zeta?" "The rarest and most powerful rank of the lycanthropes" ,Riven said. "As powerful as an Alpha" "What happened to him?",Layla asked. Riven steered the wheel of the ship to avoid an iceberg before he answered.

The lantern light danced along the blade. “It’s ancient,” he said. “Hundreds of years old. One of my family’s ceremonial tools. We use it to bind new members into the Blue Moon Pack.” Lydia’s heart began to pound. “You want me to… join the pack?” He nodded and placed the knife flat on the desk. “Yes. Temporarily—until we figure out what’s wrong with your scent and your wolf. You’re considered Luna… and my mate. If we can’t even mind link each other or connect with the pack, they’ll get suspicious. And that could cost us. Don’t forget—some of us are Lycans. The rest are wolves. But Lycans can sniff things out quickly.”

"That was almost eighteen years ago. I didn't know either of them, so it was like losing something I never even had in the first place." "You're not eighteen yet. When's your birthday?" "December twenty-first. When is yours?" Emily was surprised Zach wanted to carry on a conversation with her. He seemed much different now than he did the first few days at school. "Oh, so you're a winter solstice baby." That was interesting to know. Usually, those who may have some sort of connection with the world of wolves were born under the time of the summer or winter solstice, but in most instances, it’s the summer.

The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing. To Cassandra, it was the most beautiful handwriting she had ever seen. She felt the urge to trace her fingers over the inked pages. There were pictures of herbs, flowers, roots, and seeds. There were also diagrams and drawings of astronomy. Some of them with suns, moons, and stars, or symbols for the zodiacal constellations: two fish for Pisces, a bull for Taurus, a hunter with a crossbow for Sagittarius, and so on. Each of these had female figures arranged in two or more concentric bands. Mos

Elara's tears stopped as she was overly overwhelmed. "Yes, sweetie, you heard me right." "But uncle, it's not good for him since a moonborn wolf doesn't have a destined mate!" She interjected and gulped her saliva. It was assumed to be a nightmare if mated with a Moonborn wolf because they came from the family of the moon goddess, known as the descendants of the moon. Out of lakhs of wolves, in decades, only one is born a moonborn, making them the rarest kind present on earth.

Why me? "What makes you think that I'm powerful and special?" "You're a Zodiante, you have the power of the stars. You're powerful, you can to things other can't." The guy next to me coldly replied. "A what now?" "A Zodiante, like me. You have the power to summon a specific celestial spirit, Goddess Virgo. You must be special for a star to choose a human being like you." I could feel the hatred in his voice. "Why did it choose me?"

Hido asked, incredulous. “Well, Taiga’s not confirmed,” Maya admitted. “But I’m sure he is. He’s tall, strong, insanely confident. It fits.” Hido made a thoughtful sound on the other end of the line. “You’re forgetting something, Maya. Lunas exist.” Maya blinked, sitting up straighter in bed. “Lunas?” “Yeah. They’re even rarer than Enigmas. And they rank above every other secondary gender. Luna, Prime Luna, Elite Prime Luna... if one of your boys is a Luna, especially an Elite Prime Luna, that would explain a lot.”

My mouth was dry and my heart felt like it was trying to jump straight out of my chest. She nodded. "Even that realm is off limits to me." Her eyes glistened with tears. She blinked them away. "Yes, we will explore that later. Before I got us on this delightful rabbit trail, I did have a purpose in wanting to know your birthday. Your star sign is Scorpio. Also a water element. So we will focus on hibiscus and the willows." She looked around the rooftop balcony. Sighed. "We need to get your garden up and going as quickly as possible. Are you a good tender?"