Who You Are From Moana Novels & Stories

“B-But… Why me? I am just an omega.” Alpha Jake glanced at Mara, sensing her uncertainty and the weight of the situation upon her shoulders. He spoke with a calm and reassuring tone, "Mara, in the eyes of the moon goddess, the status of an omega, beta, or alpha doesn't define one's worthiness. The moon goddess's choice is not based on societal ranks or hierarchies within the pack. It's about a deeper connection, a bond that goes beyond what we can see on the surface."

I ask again. "My mother befriended Luna Mira," he says. They said Alpha Ludo's Luna had once been a beautiful proud woman, a descendant of the Moonwolf pack from across the continent. But Silvia only knew her as the sad, kind woman who wore long sleeves summer or winter to cover the bruises and scars her husband inflicted on her.

Moha cleared his throat and responded, “I am Moha, and that woman behind me, her name is Nowo. We are from the defender’s base. It’s my pleasure to meet you.” -----“Never judge a book by its cover. Sometimes a creature with a nice appearance tends to be more evil than a creature with a scary appearance.”-----

he said solemnly. The elders turned and looked at the girl. She nodded at them with a radiant smile on her face. Then she placed her hand on top of the orb, her hand covering Ryan’s. Seeing him flinch, I knew he had felt the spark from the mate bond. “I, Freya Gladice Maddox, daughter of Beta of the Redmoon pack, seek the blessing of the Moon Goddess.” Freya, so that’s her name… And she was a beta heir from the Redmoon pack, yet another pack ambushed by the Moonstone pack…

I gaped in utter confusion until he hitched his chin toward my bag, so I looked down at the huge chicken that had been sewn on to the side of the cloth. “Oh!” I knew J.J. was making fun of it, but I grinned up at him anyway. “Thanks. It’s Heihei from the movie Moana,” I explained. “Okay,” he said slowly, appearing, confused. “So, why’s it on your bag?” “Because my family calls me HayHay.” When he blinked cluelessly, I went on, “Because Heihei and HayHay sound the same, and HayHay is, you know, derived from Haven.” When he kept staring at me stupidly, I felt the need to add, “Which is my name,” in case he didn’t know.

Flipping to my side I bite my lips to trap a smile, not like Zayne would let me out of his sight anyway. I think on what I learned tonight, I am undoubtedly a silver one. There’s no denial. Probably because I was born on the night with a blue moon in the sky, according to the Abbot, is a time when Selena, goddess of the moon and mother of werewolves is at the height of her power, at that time she slips a little of her powers into a baby about to be born or already born? Well, he said a little bit of herself but this is weird enough, I want to believe I’m me, just Alina here, no Goddess.

Moana The very next morning, I called Sophia as soon as I awoke. “Sophia, it’s Moana,” I said into the phone. “Do you have a minute to talk?” Sophia was quiet for a moment. I could tell that she was hesitant; I had just informed her only a couple of weeks prior that I was working for the very man who frightened the orphans, and she no doubt had a suspicion that I was going to ask for something after how he acted.

Moana’s POV The air in the forest was so cold it felt like needles on my skin. I stood in the dark shadows, my back against a large pine tree as my hands shook. They were covered in small scars from years of hard work, because I had spent the whole day cleaning and scrubbing floors at Elder Rodrigo's house. The smell of the cleaning polish was still on my fingers, stinging the little cuts on my skin. In the Blackthorn Pack, I was a ghost. My name is Moana Ashclaw, but nobody called me that. To them, I was just a servant girl. I was the girl who lived in the cold cellar and ate the leftovers from the dogs.