Novel & Cerita When The Moon Calls You Home

I spotted Magenta’s cell phone on the nightstand beside her bed and quickly dialed Nikoa’s number. Although I didn’t say anything, I was already starting to feel the effects of the Blood Moon, and Magenta was right. As the night wears on, the urge to mate will only get worse... until I claim Brenna as my Mate and Queen. “I’m calling Nikoa. You stay here and rest.” “Nikoa Blaise speaking,” he answered on the first ring. “Nikoa, it’s me… Adan.” “Adan!” It sounded as if he was walking as he shifted ears. “To what do I owe the honor of a phone call on the first night of the Blood Moon?”

"Why should I care who Astrophel likes? He hardly ever likes anyone any one anyway and hates it if anyone is perceived to be better than he is. So, what do I care what he thinks, as long as Moon's Call has eyes for me?" "Well, Moon’s Call doesn't strike me as one who has eyes for a mate and I believe that your father has mentioned so one too many a time. He has tried severally to have him mate with one of the maidens in the village but the man has remained strongly adamant," Stella replied.

My therapist disagreed with me; he sided with Maggie. "Hey girl," Ardith, one of the more experienced nurses on our unit, greeted me as she planted her bags beside me. "Full moon is in a few nights; I'm still recovering from the last one." She chuckled, cracking her knuckles. I gave her a weak smile, "Don't remind me. That night was hell."

The moon had turned once in the sky since Lyra’s death; now we returned the favor with a petition. I stepped into the circle with the twins at my chest. Their weight steadied me like an anchor. A current of something like prayer moved through the gathered crowd, threads of hush and chant woven together. Maelis’s voice rose, low and layered, a language older than packs and borders, and the spring responded with a silver ripple that traveled outward like a pulse. “Tonight,” Maelis intoned, “the Moon calls. She asks for witness and for vow. We offer both.”

“There’s a holiday honoring Luna’s son—the one who gave rise to the full moon wolves. It’s called the Full Moon Festival, and the entire town shuts down for a whole week. You should come visit since your schedule will be clear.” “When is it?” If I had a week free, I could finally finish recording my album—one less thing to stress about. “During the full moon of the fourth month,” she answered. “I’ll try to get approval,” I said confidently. “Will I get to see you too, Mom?” “I’ll do everything I can to be there,” she promised. “All right! Let’s figure it out. You guys can give Damian my number.” I ended the call right after that—my eggs were already getting cold. Then I went back to my usual

The moon was high in the sky, its light reflecting off the surface of the water. Alpha Wade stood on the shore, his eyes fixed on the moon. It called to him, its song echoing in his soul. He felt the pull of its power, and he knew that he had to answer its call.

It came from above. Maya looked up at the silver moon, which was hanging large and luminous over the peak. The lunar surface seemed to flicker with a faint, violet light, a rhythmic signal that matched the sixty-beatbone-snappping rhythm of my own heart. It was a call from a twin that had been silent since the first stone was planted. "The moon is waking up, Daddy," Maya whispered into the link, her voice filled with a mixture of wonder and a new, celestial dread.

Only three more nights till the full moon. Please Goddess …

"I could never get that lullaby quite right. But now that the door is open, the Dead Zone is dead." He pointed the tuning fork at Maya’s stomach. "The moon is calling, Maya. And the children really want to go home." The tuning fork emitted a high-frequency blast that sent everyone except Maya flying against the walls. Maya felt her feet leave the floor as she was caught in a tractor-beam of violet energy.

A *home*. Elias wiggled between us, holding up two smaller fang rings. "Me too! Me too! Family rings!" Darius laughed, wet and broken, sliding one onto Elias's thumb and the other onto my stomach, where our daughter kicked. The sky split open. Moonlight, pure and blinding, shot down from a noon sun. The Moon Goddess, showing herself for the first time in 300 years. Her voice was everywhere. In the stone. In our bones.