Lycan King's Cursed and Rejected Mate
Suddenly, a memory stirred deep in my mind, an excerpt I had read in the library while researching Moonwhisperers centuries ago.
The night sky wept with stars, each tear a reminder of the losses that the Moon Goddess has endured.
She was the mother of all mythical creatures, the supreme watcher of the night sky, and the werewolves were beloved of all her creations. She watched over them for years, nurturing her children like little flowers. But even a goddess can know pain; hers came several years later when darkness threatened to consume all she held dear.
Centuries ago, the memories were as fresh as they were yesterday. The werewolves, her proudest creation, noble, fierce, and loyal, guard