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She hesitated, then added quietly, “A wound Clara tried to exploit.” At the sound of that name, my stomach twisted. Sadie continued, “Clara was your cousin. Another descendant of our bloodline. She believed the power belonged to her alone, and it warped her heart. Her downfall didn’t just end a war. It ended a long, festering fracture in the celestial family you never knew existed.” I stared at her, confused as hell, the world tilting slightly, the truth pressing into me from all sides. Part of me didn't want to believe this, but I had seen way too much not to believe weird things like these.

I continued to read, “Not all chosen descendants can wield the powers of the Moon, only a select few throughout time have been blessed with the gifts. The powers have been known to include, but are not limited to; Telekinesis, the power to move objects with the mind. Hydrokinesis, the power to move water and manipulate the tides. Aerokinesis, the power to manipulate air and weather. Shapeshifting, the power to morph oneself into another form. Gravitokinesis, the power to manipulate gravity” “Mum. Are you for real with this?” I said closing the book. “I absolutely am” she said snatching the book from me, “Come sit, sit” she said ushering us to the sofa. Mum sat down on the coffee table in fro

“Then guide me.” A pause. “There’s one more thing,” her aunt said. “Your mother left instructions. Not just files, not just records—but a map. A network. People who can protect you, people who can fight. But you have to find them. And you have to trust few. Even me.” The line went dead before Elara could respond. She looked at Cassian, hands still intertwined. “I… I didn’t know she’d reach out. Not now.” Cassian’s eyes were steady, unreadable. “Then we adapt. That’s all we can do. Step one: survive. Step two: dismantle him on our terms. Step three…” His lips curved faintly. “…trust is earned, not given.”

Vaelorra walked to the room down the basement and I trailed silently behind her. She walked to the far shelf where old tomes and sealed scrolls rested, her fingers trailing along their spines as though they were old friends while I stood by the huge desk, supporting my tired weight with my palms on it. “An Unspun descendant,” she said at last, “is one from the tribe of those whose fates were never woven or accessed by the First Weavers.” I stared at her, my disbelief sharp and unhidden.

I think to myself as I give a polite wave and smile back. As I enter the Cobblestone cafè, I notice it all. The pause in conversation. The flicker of curiosity. The barista’s smile that’s a little too knowing. What I noticed further was every detail that I had in a dream as a kid- one a poor girl from the wrong side of this town, with a criminal father and a mother that ran away could have never accomplished.

Damien yelled, "They are way too young for this." Selene appeared and said, "Do not worry. They will shift, just like Abby did, and they will be okay. It's just going to take a while, and they will need your doctors. I wanted to make sure you know that both of them are special wolves and are my direct descendants. Damien, I'm sure you are aware that your son will be Alpha. What you do not know, is that these two children, with one more of the children in your pack, will change the world. They will both have challenges, much like Abby did, that will help them reach their destiny."

"About the descendants of the moon wolf." "Moon wolf…" Why did that sound so familiar to me? "There has been a legend that the moon wolf left behind a descendant before leaving this world. For a long time, that descendant, their children, and their children's children were safe in the White Claw pack, which lives deep in the Freezia Mountains. "I know this legend " Mason piped up. "It was told to all of us at a young age, but what does it have to do with Danica and Xavier?"

“She may think that the Philosopher's Stone is a suitable item for you. To help everyone in this world, to destroy all the evil and pain that torments the world, and above all, to destroy the Sorcery.” Liam clenched his fists. Heath shrugged his shoulders. “Don't forget that you too, will have twins soon. And they both are Lycan descents. Your daughter will be the destined mate of a Lycan, and your son will be the future leader of Almandine.” “Three hundred, four hundred, five hundred years from now, they will probably still need you. Not just them, but your grandchildren… your great-grandchildren…” Heath paused for a moment. "Your descendants that she will never be able to meet in her lifet

I questioned. “Neither you nor Cas are in this book. I was the last entry 40 years ago and then we misplaced it. There’s been no one to print or scribe it, and we haven’t had the book. But no, it’s not the youngest child, it’s the children who inherit the Wyntor genes. Sometimes it’s more than one and sometimes not, but it’s shown by the golden eyes, like yours.” He explained. My mind exploded with questions.

Dad thinks about everything. “Most of our relatives have supernatural lineage, but in the first generation, one family remains human. My great-great-great-grandmother, the last superhuman, had five children. Only my great-great-grandfather’s descendants remained human. The rest were dragons. Our line continued as humans,” Baba enlightened us.