Walk Two Moons Novels & Stories

I don't see a way out of this bottomless pit I have thrown myself into. “Moon Goddess, please help me. I need your guidance. I want nothing but the best for your daughter. I'm not sure if I am what is best for her. Not in this life, anyway." I gulp hard, fighting back tears as I call out into the sky. The wind takes my words away without a second thought. I close my eye, hoping against all odds, the wind has taken my words to hold an audience with the Moon Goddess. I wipe away a traitorous tear that escapes and tries to slide down my cheek. I feel the leftover moisture freeze on my skin. When I open my eye again, I feel a peculiar wind swirl around me. It is not bitter cold like the rest of

“Baby, look at me. Are you hurt? Are you scared? Tell me everything.” She shook her head, calm in a way that terrified me. “I’m not scared. I was waiting for you.” My eyes stung. “You shouldn’t be here alone.” “I wasn’t,” she said. “The moons were watching me.” I stared at the sky. “Both of them?” She nodded. “They’ve been arguing.” “Arguing?” I whispered. She pointed first at the white moon. “She wants peace.” Then at the crimson one. “He wants power.”

“three Winter Solstices ago, the family from that malpractice case cornered her there—under the blood moon. They used silver-forged blades, cut deep until her wolf couldn’t heal. When the bond broke, she screamed once, and then… she was gone before the healers could even reach her.” He paused, voice lowering. “The Elders said her spirit howled for one year before the moon claimed her. Her scent lingers because she died there.” Rowan’s brows furrowed, his jaw tightening with a pain he refused to name. “Don’t insult me,” he snapped. “She always had a flair for drama.” He pulled out his phone, the blue glow illuminating the hollows beneath his eyes.

The Moon had spoken; her direction was clear. The twins nestled closer as I stepped back from the spring, heart hammering like a drum in a quiet cathedral. The Moon’s pulse lingered in my veins, silver and liquid, a rhythm older than any pack or war. I could feel it, an echo vibrating beneath my skin, threading through the twins, weaving us together. The grove seemed to breathe around me, leaves quivering, shadows stretching long, as if the night itself leaned in to watch.

They stayed stuck like that for a long time, panting and connected, the moon watching over them. Weeks went by after that night, and Sia started feeling different inside. The moon pulled at her every time it rose, making her bones ache and itch deep down. She knew the change was coming for her too. One quiet night, she went alone to a small clearing in the forest, away from the pack. The air was cool, leaves rustling softly. She stripped off her clothes, standing bare under the stars, waiting.

I started walking, the two girls draped over my shoulders like curtains. I didn't know where I was going but I went anyway. It felt like the right way to go. The night came on very quickly. The night after the full moon was always the darkest. The Moon Goddess seemed to use it to rest after exhausting her strength to mating and shifting wolves. I only had my senses—my scent and my hearing—to guide me.

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a solemn tone. "I, Lucian Thorne, Alpha of the Silver Stone Pack, stand before the Moon Goddess tonight to sever the bond. I reject you, Nadia Woodward, as my mate and my Luna. By the light of the full moon, I broke this tether. May the Goddess witness my words and set our souls free." "I, Nadia Woodward, accept it." As the words died out, our bond severed. My heart wrenched violently. It felt like a physical amputation of the soul, leaving a phantom limb that screamed in agony, as if the colors of the world had drained away, leaving only a cold echo of what life used to be.

Blake Moonlight plays over Marianna’s naked skin. She’s like a painting–flawless, almost airbrushed. Ethereal and all-consuming even at rest. The moon is full and high in the sky as I trace my fingertips over the curve of her breasts and down to her navel, then lower, where I flatten my hand between her hips, closing my eyes against the anguish soaring through my body, through my wolf. Even the stars go silent, giving me space to grieve the life I tried and failed to give her–them. Marianna, Skye, and… the two boys currently nestled deep in her womb. Boys she won’t know about for weeks still.

Their bond was unbreakable, and as they celebrated beneath the full moon, she couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and anticipation for the future. As Luna looked up at the radiant moon, she whispered a silent promise to protect her pack and her unborn child. The Nampa forest, with its ancient trees and mystical secrets, held both challenges and wonders, and Luna was ready to face them all with courage, wisdom, and the love of her pack by her side.

Two, suicide was a taboo; I wouldn't want to incur the wrath of the moon goddess. Heaving myself off the ground, I looked around the dark woods. The sounds of crickets and a howl rang it into my ears that I was lonely. I didn't know where to go from here. Without thinking, I just simply began to walk. The half moon lit my path up; the gently swaying plants whispered nothing but words of sympathy to my ears. Inwardly, I nodded even as tears crowded my eyes. I refused to come to terms with my harsh reality.