❝ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ?❞
For generations, the Blood Moon Pack and Grave Shadow Pack have been at war, the werewolves from each side bearing high tensions and malicious in...
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Blood soaked Luna's hands.
Traces of tepid warmth slipped away from her shaky, scarlet fingers, the presence of Ingrid's flesh evaporating by the second. Chills stabbed into her bony frame, scattering up her jolted spine. Shallow breaths echoed, the erratic rhythm of her pulse a relentless wardrum that roared through every fiber in her being.
Ingrid.
Goddess of the Night. Mother of Vampires. The Judge of Shadows.
Luna's throat went tight, seized with a silent scream, before she sank to her knees in a pile of disjointed limbs. Choked sobs erupted from within after collapsing in a sea of her best friend's blood.
"You made me do this..." Tears pricked her sapphire eyes, a wet and heavy pressure flooding her angular cheekbones; her voice cracked and quaked, burning raw with despair. "You made me do this, Ingrid."
The corpse sprawled out before her, a mutilated blur of disheveled, dark hair and gore, said nothing as she– as it stared back with gouged out eye sockets. Gaping holes of flesh and bone peered straight through Luna, fresh proof of her wretched actions.
The past still dwelled with stark clarity, even in her dreams.
Especially in her dreams.
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Jax makes sure to swing by the greenhouse one last time before his departure to Blood Moon—and fuck it if Cyrus Pierce has to be the one to witness him hugging Dad goodbye.
He can feel the gaunt stature of Dad's body as he squeezes him for a full-bodied embrace. He's thinner nowadays, proving that he needs more meat to his bones. Less gardening, more sleeping. Hell, he's retired. He better act like it.
"I can't tell you to not get into trouble," Dad says, a tender smile dimpling his face, "because you've already done too good of a job with that." He chuckles, a light and airy sound. "But stay safe. Just try to behave, at least?"
Meanwhile, Cyrus tries to stifle a snort of disbelief in the background. Key word: tries. He's too damn loud for his own good.
"For my sake," Dad adds, painfully hopeful and bright. As bright as the yellow flowers that he's always so fond of.
Jax frowns, petulant. "Fine."
The lie comes out a little too smoothly. It's only a lie because Cyrus is involved. He can't promise to behave around him, not really.
Regardless, Dad doesn't need to worry. Jax will still find ways to create a better world for him to live in. A world where Grave Shadow conquers all and betas like Dad can be more at ease.
