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Cristiano had been doing his own research behind Zoe’s back, and he encountered a specific name that popped up multiple times - Magdalena Moonshadow. Magdalena Moonshadow, a mystical and revered figure, was rumored to possess ancient wisdom and unparalleled knowledge of the supernatural realms. She was said to have lived in seclusion, deep within the heart of the enchanted forest, where she communed with nature and delved into the secrets that transcended ordinary understanding. Whispers spoke of her powers to communicate with spirits, decipher cryptic prophecies, and provide guidance to those who sought her wisdom. Her age was unknown, for time seemed to bend around her, leaving her eternal

“Lia’s death wasn’t the work of my pack. In fact, the truth about her death lies much closer to home than you realize.” Caleb’s heart raced as he struggled to process Damien’s cryptic statement. His mind flashed back to the night Lia died, the betrayal, the anguish. Could it be true? Had he been wrong all along? As Caleb grappled with Damien’s revelation, another memory surfaced—Eliana. Her face, her voice, her presence that felt so hauntingly familiar. The oldest wolf’s words echoed in his mind: The Moon Goddess granted Luna to be reborn but with someone else's body.

I was on the verge of giving up and releasing my eyes from the strains when I saw a reference to Ilona, one of the most powerful amplifiers and a sigh of relief went through my mouth. There were also plenty of amplifiers. The book has a lot documented on them. I wish he was here. I would have given him a warm hug. It was clear that Ilona was born on a moonless night and had the greatest power ever, unfortunately, that was the only word written in modern English so far, the rest were middle English, and it became hard to decipher the only person that came to my thought was the old woman. "This doesn't make sense." I slung the book frustrated on the floor beside me knowing she won't spare a se

“What does that mean?” “It means enemies who stayed hidden for nineteen years are finally making mistakes.” Before I could ask another question, Darius turned away. “For now… that’s enough. Go and fix yourself something to eat.” *** Later that morning, Mara gathered several children beneath the great oak. She was teaching them how to identify healing herbs. I joined them, kneeling beside little Lila. “Which one is moonleaf?” Mara asked. The children pointed in different directions, Lila confidently picked the wrong plant, which made everyone laugh.

I asked again, my pulse quickening. “My name is Velmora. I am your ancestor… a direct descendant of Selene, the Moon Goddess. Her blood flows within you.” My breath hitched. So the voice was really the one bearing that name… “Where am I?” I asked again, my voice tighter this time, though I already feared the answer. I couldn’t be… I wouldn’t accept it. “You are not dead, my child,” she said calmly, as though reading the thought in my mind. “You are home… for a short time. The Goddess is pleased with your victory… and has chosen to entrust you with something more.”

Arena acquiesced silently, relinquishing control as she shifted back. I ran towards Zander's lifeless body and held him in a tight embrace, willing him to wake up. "Arena, if you're an ancient wolf, use your power and bring him back to life," I commanded, desperation creeping into my voice. "I'm sorry, Selena," Arena whispered sorrowfully, her own anguish evident. "Bringing back the dead is not within my abilities. It's beyond my power." Tears streamed down my face as hopelessness threatened to overwhelm me. I summoned all the inherited powers from my lineage as a descendant of the moon goddess, but despite my efforts, nothing happened. Zander remained still, his chest unmoving.

“How can Luna be inside of you? That’s never possible.” “Then give me a chance to explain,” I moved closer to her, touching her on the shoulder. She shuddered. Her heartbeat began racing. I felt it pounding against her chest. She was sweating. “Just relax, dear, let the fear go. Look beyond my physical features. Feel your sister inside of me, Ginevra, I am your Luna. I returned for you and to protect you from all harm. Trust me, sister,” I expressed in tears. She stared into my eyes.

Her unwavering support brought a lump to my throat. “Thank you,” I said softly. She nodded, her expression softening. “Now, tell me the rest. How did you survive the poison?” I hesitated, knowing this would be the hardest part to explain. “Because…I’m not like everyone else. I’m a descendant of Selene, the moon goddess.” Rmonica blinked, her lips parting slightly in surprise. “A descendant of Selene?”

A long time ago, before the packs dominated the land and before the first war split the clans, it was said the Moon herself descended to the world not as a moon in the sky, but as a woman. She walked amongst men and wolves, in flesh and blood, her beauty so true, so wild and real, that people could not gaze upon her without a shiver going through their very soul. It wasn’t just her face it was the way she moved, that sweet voice of hers and that pain in her eyes. She was not meant to be in this world and yet she wanted to be in this world.

Helios even backed away, bowing within in my head in submission. ‘Well, aren’t you the sweetest thing. We haven’t been introduced yet, little Alpha.’ Riley held out his hand to me, his voice rising above the rain. “Zayle, come here.” I stumbled toward him, slipping my hand in his. He smiled and kissed me softly. Looking at the figure that was the rain, or the rain outlined her figure, Riley squeezed my hand. “This is Selene. Our Moon Goddess. My over bearing mother.” ‘Little rain wolf, how could you?”