Novel & Cerita The Son Of The Moon

Former Luna of Moonshard Pack. His mother.

I wasn't a Sovereign of the Void. I was the Echo of the Moon. And for the first time in my life, I was home.

The crowd grew quiet, waiting as she began to speak. “Under the full light of the Moon Goddess, we gather,” she intoned in a calm voice. “To bind two souls in unity, strength, and eternal loyalty. Tonight, Alpha Alec of Night Crescent Pack and Amanda Graymoon of the Graymoon Pack join as one — bound by blood, by vow, and by destiny.” Elder Rowan stepped forward and dipped his staff into the glowing moonwater. He lifted it, letting droplets fall onto the altar stone, making a hissing sound before turning into a thin silver mist.

“The child of two worlds stands before us. Born half-werewolf on a blood moon to a weak alpha will be our key to ascension.” I struggle to free a hand. I would be happy if I could at least claw one of his eyes out. “News flash, I don’t have a wolf.” I laugh. “If my father is as weak as you say, then my human mother had an affair. Joke is on you!” “Your father tried to deceive us just as you are trying to do. When he outlived his usefulness, he was disposed of, just as you will be.”

He raised his brows, and the lines appeared on his face. "I am Te-uhk, son of old Ala'kun. A healer and a keeper of the wisdom. It is a pleasure meeting you, lady," "Tagar?" more questions. I'm starting to hate this place already. "I assume humans' knowledge of our kind has dwindled over the centuries of not mingling. That is comforting to know." He chuckled, "Tagar, the moon's anointed from the old Agon - an ancient language - is the tribe's name. We are called Tagaron."

called another voice. I spot my dad as I creep between the bushes. His hands cupped his mouth as he shouted out the family dog's name. A few feet away was Max, his hand identical to my fathers as he shouted out Shana's name. My dad whistles loudly, causing my ears to flatten at the high frequency.

She nodded her head excitedly; I braced myself for what could possibly come out of this child’s mouth, “What is it?” “It’s like you and daddy!” She squealed; I gave her a questioning look, then she explained, “Daddy was chosen by the Moon Goddess for you. So, who did she choose for me?” I wanted to mentally slap myself in the face for not changing the subject, but I decided to tell her the truth, “Well, I don’t know, sweetie. But, I know you’ll find him one day,” then I thought for a second, “maybe not if your father and brothers have anything to say about it.” We giggled while she mixed the bowl, then she gave me a big smile,

AYLA It had been a lot to find out. Adam is my biological father, and my mother is the moon goddess. It is so unreal that it is a bit hard to believe. But I knew he wasn’t lying. I could feel it, and Moon told me he wasn’t lying. I had listened to everything he had told me about how he had met my mother, and how they had fallen in love. And how she had become pregnant with me. I was sitting in the office, and Liam was holding me close. It was a relaxing, safe feeling to be here in his arms. His hand softly caressed my hair while he talked softly to me.

I asked, my attention focusing on Izariah as something was starting to click in my head. “That is because when you were born, the Moon Goddess arrived, told us who she was, and then placed a kiss on your forehead. She told us that you have a bright future. Of course, I already knew that, considering you are my son, but I was happy to have met her. She was beautiful and I will never forget her.” Thinking of the photo in the car, that I received from Alpha Michael, I don’t know why I thought of it, but I asked my father to describe the Moon Goddess. As he did so, I could hear how soft his tone became, as if he were speaking of a loved one.

My father gently places his hand on my mothers swollen belly, lovingly caressing his unborn child. “For your weak constitution, I will raise your son to make sure there is a future for the Crescent Moon. On the night of his moon ceremony, he will challenge you for your alpha title in a match to the death!” My father ominously sneers in his best Malakai impression. “The Alpha of Crescent Moon cried out to the goddess to intervene. He knew his wife would be unable to overcome such a loss. She doted on the boy.” “Oh beloved Goddess of the Moon, please hear this plea! Selene hear my plea! Save our children, YOUR children, from this ruthless conqueror!” My father cries as he emulates the grieved