The Moon And The Wolf Novels & Stories

Before him stood the embodiment of a legend long believed to be mere folklore—the last moonlit wolf. The wolf, resplendent in its ethereal glow, emanated an otherworldly luminescence that illuminated the night. Its fur, a tapestry of soft white and gossamer silver, shimmered with a celestial brilliance, casting a spell upon all who beheld it. Each strand seemed to capture the very essence of moonlight, weaving a tale of enchantment through its delicate strands.

Together? Heart hammering, I crouched behind a wooden storage shed, pressing my back against the rough boards. The voices grew clearer now, two men by the sound of it, though I didn’t recognize them. “She said tonight,” one hissed. “If we don’t move, she’ll hang us out to dry.” “And if we get caught?” The other shot back. “These wolves don’t play fair. You’ve seen what they can do.” “She promised protection. Money. Power. Doesn’t matter what they are. Humans have survived worse.”

I change the subject and eagerly waited for him to continue his story. He inhales and then sigh deeply,"We wolves worship the Moon Goddess who creates us and look after us.The Goddess blesses every wolf with a mate,a soul mate you can say.We recognize our mates when we meet them and the bond is non-replaceable and unbroken.If a wolf tries to break its bond with its mate then they become weak with painful torture.Usually we find our mates within ourselves but sometimes The Moon Goddess mates us with a human."He paused and stared at me. "I am your human mate." I finish for him because I already got all my answers. "Yes you're my human mate Felicity."

We two began fleeing that location out of panic when we fell into the sight of the werewolf. When we visited our mothers, we started stuttering and saying bits and pieces of what we had seen earlier, which made them confused and said we were blabbering. Cleo's mother departed thinking that we were playing a joke on her. Cleo urged that my mother believe what we said. Mom said she'd go and look for us. We two stopped her by telling her that there is a scary Werewolf in the woods. She stated that we are far off from that generation. The world we're living in is not like those days. Wolves stopped hunting prey and evolved over the years. She left after saying that.

- I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did. This wasn't the first time in my life, but since my father died this has gotten worse. - Mom? You didn't even seem too shocked by the location of the guy's house! - It's just that you finally have your breakfast Beck! We're leaving in thirty minutes to fix our hair for tonight. My mother didn't like to answer questions. I was used to it enough by then, so I didn't question anything anymore. I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books.

Her fur shimmered like snow in moonlight, her eyes now glowing a fierce yellow. She stood taller than any ordinary wolf, her shoulders wide and powerful, her breath fogging in the cold night air. Her growl rumbled through the trees like thunder.

​🌑 Chapter Six: The Claiming and the Prophecy ​ We spent the rest of the night traversing the rough terrain, Kael moving with an almost silent, terrifying efficiency, Lyra keeping pace, and me struggling to reconcile the monster I feared with the wolf who had just admitted his entire claim was a pragmatic act of survival. ​ As the first sliver of the moon began to climb toward its zenith, we reached a hidden hunting lodge—a fortified, small cabin that belonged to Kael's territory but was rarely used.

"The old history book in my packhouse... I saw something... something similar to this... The Aurion Frenzy." He growled again. "Too much talking," his voice raised. " How would your old history book help?" He moved away from me and crouched by the rocks. "Moon wolves and sun wolves aren't meant to be near each other," I continued. "But under a Blood Moon, the rules break... A moon wolf's energy can pull a sun wolf back from the edge... This frenzy," I stopped in front of him. "My cold against your fire... I can reach you, but I have to be close," my eyes stayed on him.

There was want. And the moon bore witness to our beginning. Two broken pieces trying to form a whole. Two fates colliding under the sky. A wolf and his mate—lost, but not alone. Not anymore.

Gerwulf's voice dropped an octave showing his anger. "Not a wolf? Well it's not completely unheard of just rare and..." the doctor starts sniffing at me harder, shining a light into my eyes," the Luna isn't a wolf either so that might be why." "What?" I spoke for the first in weeks. My voice was hoarse and it almost hurt. My eyes shifted to Gerwulf who only uttered a," she hasn't been made aware of that yet." My gaze hardened on my mate as he tried his best to not look my way.