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“Go, dear. Before it's too late. You have to live. You are the only one who must survive. The Moon Goddess spared you for a reason.” I grabbed their bodies at the same time, holding their weakening bodies. “I can't leave you, not now.” But at that moment, my moonlink trembled violently, like the last wave of a dying ocean. Draven exhaled deeply. His body slumped and he opened his eyes one last time, staring at me without blinking. “Rhea, run now!” The moonlink between us finally snapped. As if a thin thread pulled too hard had finally broken. Dyana choked on a small sob and soon followed her husband in death. Neither of them moved anymore.

She gently runs her fingers over Gillian’s fur and Aisling surprises me by lifting her neck in submission. ‘Mother.’ ‘You’re the Moon Goddess?” I ask. “Yes. I am Selene.” “Am I dead?” “No, but I might have terrified your mate a bit by bringing you here when I did. I apologize for interrupting your marking, but I made a deal with your mother. And unfortunately, the only way to bring you here and not cause pain to your mates was to disconnect your mate bond completely. But I promise, when you return, it will be fully functional again.”

“If she takes control, what happens?” Lira’s expression darkened. “Then the moon descends. And none of us will survive.” The wind picked up, carrying whispers and thousands of voices woven together. I couldn’t tell if they were prayers or screams. My heart thudded, echoing the same rhythm as the moon above. “She’s calling something,” Kael said, scanning the horizon. “Not something,” Lira murmured. “Someone.” The ground trembled. In the distance, a shadow moved and a figure dragging chains that glowed with starlight. Each step left cracks in the earth, spreading outward like veins of silver fire.

The air hung heavy with the scent of victory and the lingering tang of blood. The battlefield, once a scene of brutal carnage, now lay silent, the moon a crimson orb casting an eerie glow upon the ravaged landscape. The Blood Moon Pack, once a symbol of fear and tyranny under Mateo’s rule, was finally free. And at its heart stood Draven, his silver hair gleaming under the blood moon”s light, his eyes burning with an intensity that spoke of the battles waged and won.

The storm raged on behind them, crimson lightning crawling across the clouds as they made their way toward Draven’s estate — the only sanctuary left standing between the world and the god that refused to die. And above, the moon bled deeper — as if watching, waiting, for the next war to begin. The doors of Draven’s estate burst open with a gust of rain-soaked wind. Kael crossed the threshold carrying Rhea in his arms, her body limp but breathing, her skin pale as moonlight. Blood and ash streaked her hair, her pulse faint beneath his trembling fingers. The old nurse — a gray-haired woman named Mira, who had once tended to Kael’s wounds after battle — rushed forward, gasping. “Lay her down he

"It's the story of a Moon Oracle." "A Luna." Dreg told me with a smile "A Warrior." Arachne said. "The story of a Moon Oracle Luna. Luna Channing."

That's the kind of person I strive to be, and that's what keeps me fighting, clinging to this fragile thread of life with all that I am. In the encompassing darkness that envelopes my vision, the moon's celestial radiance pierces through, unveiling the divine presence that stands before me. It's as if the moon itself has taken form, radiant and ethereal, with fur that shimmers like stardust, and an aura of maternal warmth that envelops me. This is the Moon Goddess, the legendary figure woven into the tapestry of werewolf folklore. And here she stands, materialized before me, in all her majestic glory.

As an event that only commenced once in ten years, werewolves, fairies, faes, dwarves, elves, shifters, mystical creatures, witches, vampires, and all other creatures of the supernatural world gathered together in the Highland Arena to exchange blows and show off their knowledge and skills. Creatures of different races competed and interacted with each other without any discrimination. And the most alluring part of the competition was the Jewels of the Moon, an ancient heirloom of the children of the Moon Goddess that represented the power and wisdom of the First Five Descendants. The winner of the Open Convention Competition took home the Jewels of the Moon, bringing glory and honor to thei

but I couldn't reach it. "Nadia? You look terrible. Where's your healing power?" Kaleb rushed over, his face etched with worry. I shook my head, avoiding his touch. "What did they say? How are things going?" "Beta Malik from the Blood Moon Pack filed a complaint. He said that the healing sigils you engraved into the Moonstones are forbidden hexes stolen from their ancestral tombs. They are calling you a 'Soul-Thief.' If the High Council finds the energy signature matches their records, they will exile you!" Kaleb said, handing me a confidential file.

Had he loved Seraphina, or was there something more sinister at play? It was all a tumultuous mess, and Ru knew a difficult journey lay ahead of her. After finding her mother, she’d have to concentrate on identifying the three portals to Hell that still allowed Reapers to come through once they were banished. These Reapers were killing unmarked souls, people whose names had not yet been written in the Book of the Dead. If they weren’t stopped, the fate of humankind could be in jeopardy. Cutter believed Ru was the one destined to lead the Keepers to these portals to close them once and for all. One such portal lay in the forest near Reaper’s Hollow, the one Thanatos had attempted to take Ru t