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Small clusters of puffy white clouds fill my vision. “I know someone you can talk to.” Moon’s voice is soft against my hair. “I know that’s part of your problem. We have secrets you can’t divulge and it worries you.” He squeezes my shoulder. “Moon,” I whisper, drawing out the sound. “You can tell him anything. Spill all of our secrets if needed. I’m calling him, but it could be several days to a week before he arrives.”

It can be either. They are not always precise and fully understandable. Sometimes they never make sense even. They come from the moon goddess. The one who knows it all, but loves to drop down a handful of unsolvable mysteries upon her people whenever she’s probably bored and looking for some fun pass time, just to mess with us down here. She has a special bond or connection to only one supernatural species, the warlocks. Warlocks are the only ones who the moon goddess talks to when she wants to deliver a new Prophecy.

"Just try to delay your wedding for now, I need some time to figure everything out." "Dad, you can figure out whatever you want after my wedding too. Here have some water and tell me the reason why you're delaying it!" Mara spoke. Beta Daniel must have compiled as the sound of glass hitting the tables empty crackled through the air. "We are doubtful that the Blood Moon pack might not stay in peace with us anymore and attack us in the next few weeks." My feet froze on the ground; I have heard of that pack name before. But I don't remember clearly in what context. Why did it seem so familiar? With my curiosity peaking, I stepped closer and perked up my ear.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

He asked me and I laughed. "The moon goddess is expecting us to start fighting this case." I jokingly said to him and he grinned widely. "The moon goddess wants this exactly. I'm sure she is smiling from ear to ear." He replied to me, and we washed ourselves in the passion before our very own eyes. ****

"You think you’re here to exploit a weakness. But look closer, Kael." I didn't reach for my blade. I reached for the air itself. I called upon the Moonveil energy—the deep, cold, crystalline power that had been dormant for three millennia. I pulled it from the earth, from the river, and from the very marrow of my bones. The bridge exploded with white, silver light. It wasn't an explosion of heat; it was an explosion of presence. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient sovereignty. The silver light wreathed my body, lifting my hair, turning my eyes into twin pools of liquid mercury.

Victor asked. The Moon Goddess hadn't been big on details. Just massive, universe-shifting hints. “Something big is coming,” I said finally. More supernatural silence. Then Elara laughed. Not a happy laugh. More like a “we're all screwed” kind of laugh. “Well,” she said, “this should be interesting.” Understatement of the supernatural century. The medical room felt charged. Magical energy crackling just beneath the surface. Kane took a step forward. Then stopped. Vulnerability written all over his supernatural face.

When I was sure everything was locked I sat on the couch of the living room taking deep breaths to calm my nerves. "Are you okay?" With a scream, I looked at Olivia. she was looking at me with concern on her face. I shook my head giving her a small smile, "Yes, I was just outside and saw a cat." She nodded and passed me a glass of water, I took it mumbling a thank you. "You should not go out at this hour," she said sternly, "especially today, it is a special moon." I put the glass back on the table and stared at her with a frown, "What are you talking about grandma?"

Selena nodded slightly, still trying to follow the information he dropped on her lap. "Have you never wondered if I were your mate?" Selena almost choked. "Of course I have, but… Can you be a little more clear? It's getting hard to follow." Selena said impatiently. He was saying a lot, but not being understandable. "The Moon's prophecy says that a wolf has the powers of the moon, and that it will unite with another one to bring peace to our species. Of course I'm using a little poetic license here." he laughed.

She spoke with reasoning and elegancy, as well as the moon sign on her forehead. "If you are truly sent by the moon goddess," He stares at her, studying her, but it was hard to read her mind because her face was blank. "Then Can you tell me why the moon goddess has forsaken us?." There is slight anger in his tune that its almost impossible to notice how furious he was inside. Myra felt deeply hurt that her people thought she had forsaken them. If only thy knew. "She didn't..." She tries explaining but is cut off by another question from Kendrick through grited teeth.