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he said while keeping his eyes on mine. “Tell us then, what is your assumption Prophet?” Elaine said firmly. Multiple gasps were heard from around the room at the term ‘Prophet’. How could she possibly know if he is a Prophet? “You’re mistaken Beta Elaine, Artemis here is a healer. A very powerful and talented healer, but he is not a Prophet” Roe’s Mate said. I am still yet to get his name. “You are?” Elaine asked him, “Forgive me, I am Lupus, former Alpha of Tri-Moon” he said as he put his hand to his chest and tilted his head.

Thieves could have taken them in the few minutes I had been gone. Only after checking about five times for people or forsaken do I shift back and the pain of standing on my injured thigh shoots through my body and I cry out, grimacing and quickly getting dressed. Didn't want to be caught without clothes again! Everything gets blurry again and I lean against a tree until the world stops swirling. I could shift in my clothes which would clear everything up, but they would tear. Undressing again wasn't an option because I needed to keep my mouth clear if I had to fight. The only other path was the water. "We're crossing the river," I tell Celeste and I feel her nodding before she lays down.

Without thinking about myself, I jumped down from the podium and struck the death wraith with the Moon crest. It released Zira immediately and screamed. The light from the stone seemed to be burning it from the inside out. It thrashed around in an attempt to break free but the Moon crest held it captive. It ended up shrieking like that until it vanished into thin air and the Moon crest fell back into my hands.

"What are you talking about, Moon's Call?" "Something larger than we can ever imagine... something dark and monstrous has been hunting the aquatic clan, and their incessant screams wouldn't let me have some quiet." "And how do you know this?" Herrick questioned. "I live closer to the sea, remember?" Lycidas replied him sarcastically. "That was what the nymph has been trying to tell us all along..." Aguilon muttered as it finally dawned on every one of them.

I was being dragged, inexorably, toward the water’s edge. Thu-thump. Thu-thump. The sound wasn’t in my head. It was in the air. A deep, resonant vibration that shook the ground beneath our feet. Marcus stopped, his head tilting, the glow in his eyes flickering as he processed the new data. Downriver, the water began to churn and boil. A shape was rising from the depths, breaking the surface with a silent, terrifying grace. It was made of water and shadow and the reflected glow of the moon, a shifting, humanoid form that mirrored the Reaper from the elevator shaft, but larger, more fluid, more powerful.

I scooted closer as our voices dropped to a low whisper. “Well.” She looked behind her to make sure Sam and Mrs. Cannon weren’t coming back, “This one guy said this morning, that the Delazar’s are creating trouble in Shadowcreek right now. They are tearing up the town looking for Hunter. He’s a big deal in their clan, Jay. He’s the leader of their reapers, the list holder. But I think he’s even more than that.”

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.

“I didn’t ask to.” “And yet you came.” Elira looked around. “Why now? Why me?” The Seabound woman reached out—and placed a palm against Elira’s chest. The mark beneath her skin flared. “You are the key to the Rift.” Elira frowned. “What Rift?” The woman stepped back, voice grave. “The place where the Moon drowned and never returned.” --- They led her to the center of the isle. There, hidden beneath coral-covered ruins, was a great mirror—circular, vast, filled not with reflection but motion. She looked into it and saw a city—burning beneath the ocean. Cracked towers. Fading lights. Wolves made of coral and shadow pacing through empty temples.

The shattered moon was no longer a celestial body; it was an archipelago of bone-white rock and radioactive cobalt drifting in a chaotic, low-gravity dance. As the thousand gliders of the Union approached the debris field, they looked like autumn leaves caught in a gale. There was no air here to catch their wings, so the "Silver-Eyed" children took over, using their connection to the planet’s magnetic wake to "tug" the bronze-wood shells toward the largest lunar fragments.

The Moon’s light had touched her again. That realization filled him with cold fury. “You want him to find you? Then I’ll make sure he finds what’s left of you.” He raised his hand, dark energy coiling like smoke, but before he could unleash it, the torches flickered one by one until the entire corridor was plunged into pitch-black. A voice, ancient and echoing, filled the air. You cannot destroy what was blessed under my light. Draven froze, his spell faltering. “No…” Aria’s wolf surged forward, strength rekindled by that celestial voice. The Moon Goddess, she’s here.