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“Some like to sleep under the light of the full moon, it can be soothing” My eyebrows go up at that, I know about dancing under the moon, in the old days wolves would even sing under the fire and tell stories to pups. but sleeping under the moon? I laughed a little. “It can give you boost” “On what? Power?” I ask still laughing. He shrugs, “Something like that, it works differently for everyone, I hear it can depend on what you need from the goddess, enlightenment, strength” I sit up slightly, “You truly believe that?” If there’s one thing I know it’s that wolves love to make up things.

Ayla’s strength, abilities, and even emotions are influenced by the moon’s energy. From what I had read, her strength, speed, and senses multiply tenfold during the full moon. Even in darkness, once she calls out to the moon, the moonlight will answer her call. There was also something called the Wolf Song. Apparently, the howl of the moon born carried great supernatural power. It can call out to other wolves across great distances, weaken enemies, or even heal minor wounds in those who hear it. There were so many other amazing things about the Moon Born Alpha. Since Nemo took her, I bet he already knew all about her abilities.

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

He smirks while looking at she-wolf. Raven looked at the wolf in shock. He couldn't ever expect to get help from Lucy wolf. Lucy came towards Raven and looked at him closely. Raven falls on the ground as his powers are weak and couldn't defend himself. Lucy licks his face to heal his brusies. Raven looked at her with gratitude. His eyes and body were weak with the fights. His bruises are slow to heal. Marcus came forward silently and attack Lucy with his full power. He holds her in his mouth and stomped her on the ground. He was about to lavish her with his lusty desires when suddenly the sky thunders and smoke spread in the whole area. The joyful screams of evil turn into mourning and pains

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

Everyone had something to say. Everyone had theories. Everyone had concerns. But the same conclusion surfaced again and again. The timing. The Bloodfangs had attacked the morning after the full moon. Which was not a coincidence. “In Ashenhowl,” Rowan said slowly, “lower ranked wolves are weakest immediately after the full moon.” He glanced around the table. “It takes several days before their strength begins returning.” Zara nodded. “And about a week before their power fully stabilizes again.” That was the nature of our pack. Our strength surged during the full moon. But afterward, many of the lower ranks experienced a temporary drop in power while their bodies recovered.

In one swift motion, I leaped onto the beast’s back, my claws sinking deep into its dark scales. The creature bucked and twisted, trying to shake me off, but I held on tight. My fingers gripped its neck like a vise, and I called upon the full power of the Moon’s Fury. I could feel the Luna energy surge through me, increasing my strength tenfold. With a swift, decisive jerk, I snapped the Gromar’s neck, ending the battle in an instant.

I said, trying to steady my voice, showing fear was just encouraging it to do as it pleased, push me around. Steeling myself, I felt it's cold touch as it's shadowy hands traveled up the sides of my rotting arms, it's claws running against the black veins that kept going higher with its touch. "I've waited long enough, it's time to feed me little witch" it's words sent shivers down my spine and I swallowed hard. I needed a few more days, I just needed a bit more time. The full moon was just a few days away, then my rogues would peak in strength and would be unstoppable. It was already evident with each night that passed and the moon was growing stronger as it went through the phases.

“That wolf was really strong when she attacked me. But by the time we chased her, she was suddenly weak.” He raised his head and looked at the priest. “Rowen, what happens to omegas on the full moon night again?” “Though they were blessed by the moon goddess, they are always weak,” Priest Rowen responded. “It could be true.” Alpha Lucien leaned back in his chair. “If it was an omega, she was quite strong when he attacked me. But when we got to the forest, she was weak.” Outside, Aurelian’s breath caught. His fingers gripped the edge of the window frame. They were talking about him. About that night.

Tritan said hesitantly. Blue moons occur every two and a half years. Full moons strengthened werewolves, heightening all of their senses and abilities, making them more powerful. Blue Moons were the opposite for Fae. It made them weaker. “Precisely! All of those traitors will be rendered useless. We’ll have an advantage because we’ll be prepared for the fight, opting for weapons instead of our magic. It’ll be as easy as stealing magic from a baby,” he said, laughing like he made the funniest joke on the planet.