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I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

I had no doubt he'd defeat them and so I nodded. "Looks like it's you and me, battling to see which one is worthier of the power of the moon goddess," Scarlett said as she neared me. I shrugged and said, "I honestly have nothing to prove. I was literally an alpha before a Goddess, and you were nothing but a scorned little puppy playing revenge. But, if you insist, I'd like to get rid of all this power in me before I explode." I said. It was then that silverish flame-like emissions appeared to be emitting from the skin of my arms. This had to be moonlight. It was absolutely lethal to werewolves. I pulled my arms back, and then thrust them forward sending moonlight straight towards Scarlett. S

Marcus joked along and we all laughed. I looked at Wyatt and Zen and turned back my focus on the three wolves, "The lesser powerful a potion made from a moonflower that is rare to find and only a few know how it looks and what is exactly used from the flower for the potion." I said, making Tanner clap his hands and point a finger at Logan and Marcus, "See I was right!" We all laughed at his enthusiasm. I continued, “The second one grants better results as it is obvious from our week experiment.”

One wanted more in the dead, silent heart of solitude, while the other aspired to something far beyond the severe commitments of loyalty and tradition. The moon, high above the treetops, basked in its silver light that cast the night in a pearlescent hue.Luca and Aria find themselves staring at the beautiful moon. Though from very different worlds and separated by rivalry and distance, still their hearts beat with the same cries: freedom, understanding, and maybe something else. .

The air carried tender moss bud, resinous pine needles, and the fore-scent of ceremonial incense. “This drape is too dense,” I said softly to the nearest decorator, a young lycan female. “It won’t let the moonlight through. Replace it with a sheer veil. The rite must be seen… not only heard.” She nodded and darted off. At the center, before the glowing stone dais, the throne awaited—not the usual royal seat, but the ancient Moonlight Throne: carved gray moonstone veined in silver, which glows at the full. Before it, on its own plinth, the Moonlight Crown hovered: an openwork silver crescent set with luminous, ensorcelled moon-crystals. Not a jewel. A legacy.

Blake Moonlight plays over Marianna’s naked skin. She’s like a painting–flawless, almost airbrushed. Ethereal and all-consuming even at rest. The moon is full and high in the sky as I trace my fingertips over the curve of her breasts and down to her navel, then lower, where I flatten my hand between her hips, closing my eyes against the anguish soaring through my body, through my wolf. Even the stars go silent, giving me space to grieve the life I tried and failed to give her–them. Marianna, Skye, and… the two boys currently nestled deep in her womb. Boys she won’t know about for weeks still.

A way for my pack to show off their female population. My eyes scanned the crowd but neither really saw through the mass of bodies nor heard far due to the music blaring from the speakers. The fairy lights covering the pillars and the railings were eye-catching but what stood at the spotlight was the moon. I might have forgotten it was a full moon night today. How magnificent it felt, to be under the moonlight that seeped through the clouds, falling on us from time to time. A male gestured me over, and despite my nerves, I approached him with a curtsy when I sensed the power coming from him. He smelt of gamma blood, a third in command or the warrior wolf.

While the plant provides power for most of the state, it does not require that many employees to run it so the town remains small. Amaris threw off the plain white sheets and rolled out of the twin bed that lay nestled against the wall and in the corner of the room. When she was a child, Amaris would push the bed back against the wall every night so that she could lay at the foot of her bed and look out her window at the moon. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of the full moon in all her glory.

Degas paused, tightening his grip around his cane as he peered out the window. “What were the other four artifacts?” Chris asked, clearly more out of curiosity than much else. Degas seemed to be expecting this question. “The other artifacts were a moonfeather for Moonrise, a shard of moonglass for Moonshine, a moonseed that grew into a mighty tree for New Moon, and a moonpetal frozen in amber for Crescent Moon,” he continued. He paused again, and this time, there was a tense silence in the room as he slowly turned around again to regard Chris with a stern glare.

A voice, which is soft but firm, echoes in my mind. "Use the moonlight," it says. "The moon is your ally, Hazel. Channel its power." I glance up, seeing the full moon shining brightly, almost as if it’s reaching out to me. I raise my sword, and the blade catches the moonlight, shining with a type of ethereal glow. Hunter lunges at me, but this time, I'm ready. I sidestep his attack, feeling the moon's energy coursing through me. My movements are fluid and effortless.