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My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

The trees parted like the forest was holding its breath. A stone altar stood in the center cracked and bloodstained. Symbols Lyla recognized from her mother’s old notes were carved deep into the surface. The mark of duality. A wolf split down the middle. One side silver. One side pitch black. “I’ve seen this in my dreams,” Lyla whispered. Jonas frowned. “So this is real?” Lyla stepped closer. “No… it’s worse.” The trap sprung. Too late. The fog rolled in fast, thick, unnatural.

He looked so majestic. "Decorum, please," sage Bernadette said in her usual commanding tone. The room fell quiet as everyone turned back to the old sage, awaiting an expatriation on the prophecy. "The prophecy shown to me by the moon goddess shows a crimson moon, the kingdom of Trinigad enveloped in darkness. Blood. Mountains of body. Packs abandoned. Children displaced. The demons of Gehenna. It shows that the kingdom of Trinigad would spill blood under the rule of Lycans-"

Theodore moved aside to give way to Elder Nyra who stepped forward on the stage. “The Bloodmoon Stag is said to be the guardian of the Moon Goddess’ secrets. It is translucent silver-red, seen only through peripheral vision, often leaving behind glowing hoofprints and a trail of mist. When approached with aggression, it vanishes. When approached with reverence, it reveals a piece of itself willingly.” she paused, and her gray, lifeless eyes only staring forward into space.

"This meeting is only for those with active brain. Everybody can as well leave." Oh it is about to go down. Zane's head nearly rolled off his head in shock, “Did you just call me brain dead?” "If you could clearly understand what I said then you shouldn’t be bothered by the insult." Caius kept his tone perfectly pleasant. "Now no more distractions." While everyone was busy observing Caius’ drawings, I noticed what Lysander came in with. "What is that?" I asked, moving closer. "Legend book from the archive." Lysander opened it carefully. "Says your pendant can summon royal guardian wolves."

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.

* Before going to bed, Lucian stared at Malena’s photo with the other man, his heart began to pound and his hands trembled. He grips his phone tightly and touches the bridge of his nose, he’s about to throw his phone on the floor when the box catches his attention again. He let go of his phone and opened the box. Inside he saw a dark brown scarf with a gold colored Sagittarius zodiac sign embroidered on it.

"Those people will kill you without feeling remorse if they find out you're here. Swear it. Upon the Moon Goddess." I groaned. "I swear it upon the Moon Goddess that I won't leave this spot. Satisfied now?" He stared at me for long moments, his beautiful blue eyes locked into mine, and then he nodded with satisfaction. "Alright. Wait here." I waited until he was safely in the forest, then turned the opposite way he'd gone. I broke my promise and left the spot I was crouching, then slowly began to circle the perimeter of the forest, towards where the murderers stood on the edge of the garden.

I whisper with glee. My hearing is such that I have the old safe open in less than three minutes. There are trays of jewels, stacked gold bars, and even some jewelry. I scan the items until my eyes fall on a large blue amethyst that matches Laryn's eyes. It's exactly what I want. I grab a few other baubles to wager against Ashrac so he doesn't win my finest pieces.

Nyx stared into the abysmal eyes of the Goddess of the Shadow and the Dead. Hecate opened her palm, making her eyes glow with a mysterious green halo. A flame immediately appeared in it. "That child should never have died. So this is the soul responsible for the complaints of the Fates," said Nyx, frowning. She, in turn, held out her hand for the flame to slip through. "We will birth you in the realm of men this time. The night will cover you with a veil, the night will guide your steps to your promised one, and the children of the night will watch over you until the time comes for you to retake your form."