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Kane ruffled Jim’s hair approvingly, while Luke fussed over Fiona like she was made of glass, murmuring for her to rest. I stood there, invisible. They were the perfect family—warm, whole, united. And I? I was the spare part, the forgotten shadow. Not a single glance. Not a word. So I left. I walked toward Moon Lake, the place I’d begged them to take me for years. "Next summer," they’d always said, "when things are less busy." Lies. Empty promises. Now, I’d go alone. But my body betrayed me. Halfway there, my wolf gave out—her strength spent, her spirit broken. My legs buckled, and the world was spinning.

I nodded my head in agreement. "Kate bought it," I explain. The mobile was breathtaking really, made completely out of metal and wood, with little moon and star shapes hanging from it. It had little diamonds embedded in the shapes, so that everytime it spun, it twinkled brightly. "It's really beautiful," Cassie says, "And I bet expensive as well." I turn to her in surprise when I hear an almost depressed tone to her voice. "What's wrong?" I ask, my eyebrow raising as I took in Cassie’s slumped shoulders. She shrugs and forces a smile on her face.

However, no one else's, Mom, Dad, Caleb, Jake, and Lucas marks illuminate like mine. So, it not just about being a protector... it must be something else. Then as if realization drawns on me. This is her. The Moon Goddess. The part of her that touched me, that made me what I am, is answering her. The pack gathers in a tight circle, stepping near, the air buzzing with quiet anticipation. The moon eclipse hangs heavy in the sky, casting a strange, otherworldly glow over everything. My fingers curled tightly in Mikhail's hand. Elder Merope steps forward, her silver hair catching the dim moonlight. She holds an ornate dagger in her hands, the blade gleaming as she lifts it between us. Her eyes m

“She lived and you all killed her, and you know what’s funny, I spent my entire life being compared to a ghost I could never live up to. And now I see her in…you, literally.” My hands began to shake. “Malik…” I whispered. “What’s happening.” He stepped toward me slowly, as though he approaching a wild and wounded animal. “Eve,” he said quietly, “your wolf… it didn’t shift like any wolf I’ve ever seen...” “No,” I snapped, cutting him off. “I am normal! I am your Eve not some ancient heiress…” Astrid whispered, “Then why does the moon answer to you?” My breath caught because truly the moon had answered to me, it had bent towards me. I didn’t just see it, I felt it.

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

With the knowing looks they passed, Emma knew the Elders knew something and might not be willing to share so easily so she pleaded. "Please, I just want to make sense of it." "There's only one explanation Emma." Eunice, one of the council members answered. "The Moon Goddess. A long time ago, it was prophesied that a human with the soul of a shifter will take on the burdens of the pack and once a while, in the face of extreme danger, she would shift to protect those she holds dear. A curse and a gift, if you ask me."

"I am Xavier, a mutant vampire. Every week my dad give me one virgin girl so I stay here happy. Because this time it were two so I am not getting another one until next week. I have to save you. More important only this chain can stop me and when the moon has no light I am strongest and cruelest, I can kill the whole world that time. So make sure you die before it." He sipped on the glass of blood in his hand. He had a teasing smile trying to scare her. This was his only entertainment, scarring little girls but in reality, he has a very soft heart.

I gave them a nod before I shifted my gaze back to Amethyst while my hand reached to hold Celeste’s. "Run under the full moon, Luna. Make your brother proud." I bowed my head at Amethyst, giving her the respect she deserved as a Luna. Amethyst lowered her head to the ground before turning around to find her place beside Pyro while I watched them with pain and pride in my heart.

Everything, except for one word that kept resounding in my mind. Bond. *** Moonlight shined down on me. Its warm beams catch the dew that glimmered off the grass and illuminated a path before me. I began to follow the trail of moonlight. My bare feet stepped quietly and with purpose as I made my way up a hill. When I reached the top I looked at the full moon. It was enormous and emitted a warm glow. Something inside me called to it. Closing my eyes in contentment, I stood there under its power and let its magic absorb into my skin. Then the sound of soft tinkling caught my attention.

Then I looked up. The moon hung above the rooftops, enormous and clear, flooding half the sky with cold silver light. I had always loved moonlight. There was nothing mystical about it; a few quiet minutes were usually enough to steady my thoughts, let the noise of the day recede, and make the world feel manageable again. Tonight, it didn’t work.