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Cruz and Avery found themselves drawn to a large, abstract sculpture that seemed to shift in shape as they walked around it, its shadows playing tricks on their eyes. They continued their leisurely exploration, the peacefulness of the garden offering the perfect setting for an intimate conversation. They talked about their dreams and aspirations, their voices barely above a whisper, blending harmoniously with the natural sounds around them. The moon, a sliver of silver in the darkening sky, watched over them as they shared their thoughts and feelings, each moment deepening their connection.

In the end, she made herself the ultimate joke of the birth-dawn feast! Lucien thumps his bone staff against the obsidian floor. "Belle, let us inspect the offering you brought for my birth-dawn." Belle nods frantically, her breathing shallow and jagged. This is my chance! I can still reclaim my standing! She spent months sourcing a rare moon-crystal from the northern badlands, paying a master clan carver to fashion a Moon Goddess statue out of the glowing stone. "Allow me to present my gift, Old Alpha," Belle says, rushing toward her pedestal.

"And let us not forget the artifact itself. It holds immense power, but we must approach it with caution. We must respect its potential and use it wisely. Our intentions must be pure, focused on bringing about positive change." As the radiant sun gradually descended beneath the distant horizon, its golden light relinquished its hold on the world, making way for the moon to embark on its celestial journey. The lunar orb, with its soft luminescence, began its ascent, casting an enchanting glow over the sprawling landscape. The transformation from day to night was a mesmerizing spectacle, painting the surroundings with an ethereal ambiance that stirred the depths of Scarlett's being.

She laughed. "So what's the use of Castro high and Velandra?" she asked so Fly and I widened our eyes. "Are they with us?" I asked, Fly nodded and laughed. "The owner of Castro and Velandra heard Mommy and I talking, so they volunteered to join the fight to get Moon and bring down Moonlight." she said and crossed her arms. "It's said that the heads of the Moonlight people are getting bigger so they will come, another one. We are with my Aunt, you forgot that she is what the MLA winners want to see and she is also the target of the Admiral and Admin." she said so I laughed out loud.

*"You'll die here, and he'll follow." I gritted my teeth, driving a dagger into the deck. Golden magic surged, rippling across the wood like wildfire. The shadows recoiled, hissing. Rhydian staggered to my side, serpents dripping void-black venom. "They're not just attacking. They're *sculpting*." He was right. The fallen shadows congealed into a figure on the forecastle-a woman with the moon's craters for eyes and hair like liquid night. The Mother of Unmaking had been a puppet. *This* was the sculptor.

Each arch shimmered with a different color. Blue, rippling like a river. Red, flickering like flame. Green, alive with curling vines and the smell of fresh soil. White, moving with invisible currents of air that made Luna’s skin prickle. At the center, where the Moonlight struck, lay a simple stone disc, etched with the crescent that had once burned itself into her skin. Luna’s breath caught. Her heart hammered. No one else stood with her. No Orion. No pack. No ancestors, visible at least.

I cock my head to the side, my eyes moving over the three moons at the top of the panel – references, obviously, to this world and the celestial bodies that are almost always visible in the dark sky. Beneath each moon is carved the vague figure of a young man. “This must be what Orion was talking about,” I murmur, stepping forward to trace my fingers over them, wanting to be closer to the story. “The three moons as…men?” “Yeah, whereas we only have one moon,” Anton says, stepping close to my side. “Which is ruled by the Goddess.” I nod, letting my eyes drift further down to the symbols carved beneath each of the male figures. The one all the way to the right, the smallest moon, is accompanie

Kael's POV The third night is different. Moonlight comes through the breaks in the stone like it has a purpose. It pools on the altar, catches the silver lines traced across the ruins floor, turns everything pale and luminous and strange. The kind of light that makes it hard to pretend you don't see things clearly.

Help me survive this place and rescue my mom. When I opened my eyes, the bright light of the moon streamed onto my bed from the skylight. That's wrong. It's the waning phase right now. I sat up, confused. There was someone next to my bed, I sensed. Moonlight reflected off of them so brightly it was hard to look at them directly. The person leaned closer, and I realized that they weren't reflecting moonlight; they were made of moonlight. The beautiful woman gave me a benevolent smile. Her long hair floated dreamily through the air as though we were underwater. A crown of stars ringed her brow.

The largest window was of the Moon Goddess herself in all of her resplendent glory, clad in shining armor with a feathered helmet tucked under her arm while she lifted the first moon into the sky with one hand. “I come from a long line of artists, architects, and sculptors,” he explained, following my gaze. He laughed and scratched his temple with one finger. “Unfortunately, I just got the ‘businessman’ gene.” I glanced at him. “Surely you have a knack for something creative, even if you don’t know it yet.” He shrugged one shoulder and smirked devilishly. “Maybe. Stick around and find out with me?” I blushed again, even if I didn’t want to. Everything about Mason just tapped into every desir