The Hidden Moon Ties

Liviana Stoic Prologue

Authors notes:
I will try to give definitions of important terms used in this story. I have done research for you all to make sure this is quality reading. This book is dedicated to anyone trying to break free.
Liviana: Hebrew word meaning white moon.   (liv • e• ah• na)
Orpheus: Greek mythology derived; meaning "darkness of the night"
Stoic: a person who can endure pain or hardship without showing feelings.    (Stow• ick)
Pack: a group or "family" of werewolves, typically associated with the hierarchy of most werewolve tales.

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  Wolfless Girl
Hello, My name is Liviana Stoic. I'm a typical 17 year old werewolf, well, except I'm wolfless. I live here at the BloodMoon Pack.

Not that they prefer it that way. Here, I am seen as a weakling. I am an omen said to bring destruction. How can a wolfless "wolf", if you could even consider me a wolf, cause destruction?

I'm still crazy strong, I can hear better then most wolves my age. Hell, I can out run any grown wolf in this stupid pack. But I can't shift, and I don't have a wolf inside my head. Sometimes I wish I did even if I couldn't shift. Being the outcast gets pretty lonely. Not that I would ever let the pack members know. Around them I'm exactly as my name suggests. Emotionless.

  I've been here at the BloodMoon Pack as long as I can remember. From what the Alpha, Alpha Maximus Hadrian, says. I'm only here because it was my mothers dying wish that her brother care for her only child. It may not seem like it but Alpha Maximus wasn't always a cold hearted beast to his not so favorite niece. So he took me in for his dear sister Selene. Lucky me right?

He used to tell me stories of my mother. She had long white hair just like me and piercing violet eyes. Alpha Maximus had met among fellow representatives from different territories. Kings, Queens, alphas, Lunas, and mythical beings; such as fae, warlocks, witches, centaurs, dragons, wolves, even demons. They were to discuss the ongoing holy war in the south destroying kingdoms causing uprisings and revolutions.

The gods had ordered a solution be met as their creations were going to destroy themselves. Upon returning to pack lands. Alpha saw the lands destroyed ravaged by war. Wolves everywhere were crying mourning the loss of fellow pack members. Brothers and sisters. Then, in the middle of the battle field, he found her. Alpha looked down and all he could see was blood. From the wound on her chest. Soaking her warrior gear.

She had been fighting along side her people. His dearest sister Selene barely alive fading further into the darkness with each second. She wasn't healing as she should've been. She had been hexed by a fae. He could feel the dark magic draining her life force.

With her last breaths she said, " Liviana will be powerful, more powerful then any alpha, more powerful then any war. She will have the ability to bring peace or destruction. Please help her chose the right path. Will you raise her as your own and make sure she knows I love her so much?" And with that she was gone, her once vibrant violet eyes turned gray and the light that once shined in them went dark.

  For a while Alpha Maximus was like a father. He was kind and loving and compassionate. He used to take me everywhere. He was a very tall man. He stood about 7 feet tall. He was the opposite of my mother. He had a tan complexion and dark black hair. His eyes were a deep brown almost black. He had a haunting aura.

No wonder he was the alpha of this pack.

We used to be close and I swear he may have even loved me as family once upon a time. That changed the day he found out I had no wolf. His mate. His Luna Celeste. She was god awful. She had straight blonde hair a leathery complexion, pale blue eyes, and I swear she oozed a disgusting aura.