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he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

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.

As if, it was helping him stay sane against the siren's song of doom. Eve was trying hard to break free from my hold. The white cape of the reaper is practically part of their skin. Their capes ate part of their bodies. That's why, it was the hardest for her to break free when I was pulling onto her cape. Moon was holding Ocean in his arms, restraining her from going away. As no one went into their dane, the sirens made their way out of their danes, to get to their prey.

He heard the old man grumble as he went back to the kitchen to get Tarrin the chocolate milk in new cup. Once the old butler brought him the to go cup, they said their goodbyes. Walking out into the chilly night air, Tarrin took a deep breath and looked up towards the moon. It wouldn’t be long and the soft hay colored glow would be in full circle while he was locked up for the night. He felt a twinge of longing to see the moon when it was full, Tarrin couldn't remember what it looked like, even if he caught a glimpse after the wolf came out, he still forgets by morning.

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.

He questioned, seeing the nervousness in my eyes and my mouth almost tasting metallic. "Yes, I think I am." I let it out without fear, I'm the Moonglow, reincarnation of the moon goddess at least that was the mantra I chanted to myself as assurance now and then. The car eased into the driveway and there were many more wolves than the last time beta wolves, omega wolves and Gamma wolves. Just as my eyes were doing the physical calculation. One of the betas walked towards us. His face was scarred and his build was visible from the jersey shirt he worked on. His platinum blond hair was nearly brushed in Jerry curls.

She tried to free herself but could not. A low chuckle echoed through the shadows. “Welcome home, my Moon-blessed Queen,” Draven’s voice hissed. “Let’s see how divine you truly are when the Moon cannot hear your cries.” Aria lifted her head, silver eyes blazing even through the pain. “You’ll never win,” she whispered. “Because the Moon always rises….even after the darkest night.” Draven’s smirk widened. “We’ll see.” The torchlight flickered out, leaving only silence and the faint pulse of Aria’s heartbeat echoing in the void.

The crescent moon was high in the sky and surrounded by millions of tiny stars. The night was as picturesque as they came and I could feel the night calling to me. Selene was restless in my mind and was pushing to be let out, but I hadn’t shifted since that night with Jasper.

"Moon Drip" Bearing the sacred light from the blue moon — of the Moon Drip, the Cohens gained the ability to use it to heal any illness, even serious wounds and lift curses. And as they promised, after they cultivated it, they did not become selfish and used their gift to help those in need. Since then, the Cohen clan has been recognized by many races and many praises and admire their generosity and amazing and unique abilities they have. And the Werewolves, who were the first children of the Moon Goddess, became the closest race to the Cohens.

Tonight, the dream was different. I found myself standing on the precipice of a vast void, the stars scattered like diamonds in an infinite sky. A silvery thread stretched from my chest, glowing faintly as it wove into an intricate web that spanned across the cosmos. Each thread vibrated with energy, connecting to others in ways I couldn’t comprehend. “You’ve always believed your rebirth was an anomaly.” The voice startled me, though I recognized it instantly. The Moon Goddess stepped from the shadows, her radiant form both comforting and imposing. Her eyes, pale as moonlight, bore into mine with a mixture of sadness and expectation.