When The Moon Was Ours Novels & Stories

I could see the full moon. In the same instant Declan’s finger slid into my wet core, causing me to scream “MATE,” mixed in with a filthy groan of pleasure. Declan looked up at me in shock, saw the moon behind me and felt the same lightning bolt. “Mate,” as the look in his dark eyes became even more possessive. My heart lurched as the bond between us sprang into life under the eye of the Moon Goddess herself. Our imperfect perfection was destined and we somehow managed to make it to this point.

“Let the moon decide.” Cass raised her arms. The witnesses joined hands, forming a ring around the pool. The old tongue rose again, and the air shifted, thickening. The moonlight brightened, flooding the clearing with silver. My skin tingled, the scars on my hands stinging as if every hurt I’d ever carried was waking up. Cass’s words faded, and the Hollow went silent. The only sound was my heart and the soft, broken breaths of those who had come to see if a new world could be born.

The moon watched us, silent, approving, as we held each other under the open sky. One last night. One last claiming. One last promise before the world tried to tear us apart again.

There was only the heat of his skin, the smell of his sweat, and the crushing weight of his embrace. "I've got you," he sobbed into my hair. "I've got you." But as we stood there, celebrating our return to the "Real," I looked up at the moon. On the surface of the moon, a small, black "Loading" icon began to spin.

I watched her relax and felt a pulse of gratefulness through our bond and all of a sudden whatever I had said was completely worth it. "Thank you, Jasp..." She whispered. Great Mother Moon Goddess her voice was like heaven to my ears. It was the finest melody that had been fine tuned to reach my heart and squeeze. I watched her giggle and noticed that she had been trifling in my mind a second ago. I smiled and began walking closer, "The things you do to me." I say, and she repeats what I said back to me, but with a sultry tone, "The things you do to me~" I stopped dead in my tracks and clenched my fists, if she didn't stop talking like that we would have problems. Big, hard, aching problems.

Dorian froze mid-motion, wiping grease from his hands. “Mira?” he repeated softly. “She died three Winter Solstices ago.” “You’re lying.” Rowan’s face twisted, disbelief flickering into anger. “I can smell her scent in that room.” “I’m not lying.” Dorian pointed toward the alley beyond the tavern. “three Winter Solstices ago, the family from that malpractice case cornered her there—under the blood moon. They used silver-forged blades, cut deep until her wolf couldn’t heal.

His pack wasn't going to stay in hiding for long, they had to act fast. "You may not believe me, but all of us in hope and unisim is greater than a thousand fold of them." Myra smiled at him, exposing her dimples cheeks. She knew she was right, and Kendrick knee it too. Maybe the moon goddess didn't really give up on her people, maybe she still watched over them, she was their only hope now. Myra knew that if the people stopped believing the moon goddess exists, then she would sieze to exist. She was formed out of the hope of the people in the full moon, and she needed them to believe the moon goddess was still alive and still cared for them.

But it was the only way forward. --- That night, the moon rose high and full, casting silver light across the ruins that once served as our battleground. Now, they would witness our rebirth. The Moonbound wolves gathered in a wide circle. Some bore scars. Some carried babes. All of them carried hope. I stood in the center of the stone ring, dressed in the same leathers I had worn when I faced Damon. My hair unbound, my mark glowing faintly under the light. Killian stood to my right.

It was the night and the time of the full moon celebration. I made my way through the crowded hall, exchanging greetings and smiles with the pack members. The air was filled with the delicious smell of roasting meat and the sound of laughter and chatter. As I greeted the last of the pack members, I spotted a vacant seat at the edge of the hall and made my way towards it. I sat down, taking a moment to collect my thoughts and observe the celebration.