Song Of The Welkin Moon Novels & Stories

“I’m not who you thought I was.” A long pause. “Who are you?” he asked quietly. I held his gaze steadily. “Isla Hale. Daughter of Alpha Magnus Hale of the Crescent Moon Pack.” Recognition dawned slowly. The Crescent Moon Pack was ancient. Strategic. Powerful. “You hid that from me.” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because I wanted someone to love me without my title.” The words were honest. Bare. “And now?” he asked. “Now I know what I was loved for.” His jaw tightened.

"Let's talk about how you stole Natalie's study-abroad placement today…" Chloe shrank into the corner, trembling. "Elliot… no. Mr. Zeller… I'm sorry… Please spare me…" He lifted the salt-soaked whip and struck her hard without saying so much as a word. Her skin split apart instantly. However, his voice remained indifferent. "This is the 196th wrong you committed against Natalie." Elliot appeared every night with the files for 13 days straight, "settling accounts" for every wrong Chloe had ever done. It was as if he would be able to quiet the guilt threatening to swallow him whole by doing this sick ritual.

Three nights later, it’s clear: this convocation won’t be like the old ones. The moon should be shrinking by now. Nope. It hangs there, swollen and blazing over the trees, pouring down so much silver light it almost feels like you could catch it on your tongue. The elders notice. The healers notice. And the wolves—oh, the wolves feel it in their bones. The land leans in. Not to greet us. More like it’s bracing itself, waiting for something to break loose.

Peering over the hill, listening in from afar with my heightened hearing, the Luna was announced on stage. ‘Another glorious full moon for us to enrich our souls, my brothers, sisters, and children of the pack! We thank the Moon Goddess for graciously allowing us this night to be one with our wolves. As each month hits, we’re still striving to find a cure for the poison that cursed our people, so one day we may be free to be our true selves once again.’ Everyone clapped and some cheered.

Krewe said softly, "I mindlinked them, I told them you were a wolf and you would join us. Their excited. Please join us today?" I stood there frozen. I wanted to run, but I was also curious about this new world. I didn't know what to do. "What do we do, Evelyn?" "We should stay. We can learn more." "What about school?" "School is for humans. You are a wolf. Born from the Moon Goddess, rooted to the earth, and craving for a pack life. Please stay." I controlled Evelyn to shift in front of Krewe. My emotions were running high again, and I'm not sure where the courage came to shift and stand before him naked. But I did.

She reached out and used her fingers to brush back his well combed hair. “You are the most handsome Daddy and the strongest wolf I have ever seen.” She said in a singsong voice while batting her eyes at him… Megan's pack is one of the biggest wolf packs in the supernatural realm of Blue Moon. Blue Moon is one of the three realms on the continent called Eplica. The other realms are the human realm where the Moon is golden and white depending on the season and the Red Moon realm where the Moon is, well, —Red.

The moon was high in the sky, its light reflecting off the surface of the water. Alpha Wade stood on the shore, his eyes fixed on the moon. It called to him, its song echoing in his soul. He felt the pull of its power, and he knew that he had to answer its call.

Newborns taken from their mothers and families and left to starve to death, or thrown into rivers. There were only two other recordings of the "Crying Moon" or "Weeping Goddess" as some have referred to the night show. Both times, the same things happened and with more or less casualties. None of the recordings state anything other than each one started with a fight for power. It is stated in the old scriptures that should you see this sighting you need to do either one of two things. Run, or prepare for death and destruction.

His voice gruffed with tiredness. I slumped back in my seat. Impatient as the gods condemn me to be, I could no longer bear this tiny space. I pulled my wineskin from the chest and shake it, making sure the last drops of the sweet wine went through my mouth but to my disappointment, nothing came out of the empty container so I tossed it. I look at outside. The small peek through the velvet curtain tells me that the sun had gone to rest and so the crescent moon, along with stars glittering in the vast, descended to adorn the sky. One more night to endure the road, Wajan.

I asked, turning to the other woman, who pulled down her hood. She was glowing a soft white, and her skin was the color of the moon, her eyes pitch black. She wore a thick silver crown that bore the different cycles of the moon. The full moon at the front of her head, “It’s been some time since I have seen you, child.” The woman’s voice was echoed, a mix between a man’s and a woman’s voice. “You’ve grown so much… I can’t wait to see you lead our people into the era of the light and out of the era of darkness.” “What do you mean? I’m dead?”