The Prophecy Luna

Epilogue

"Once upon a time, there was a king who met a fair maiden. The king fell in love with her and so did she. The maiden was a powerful moon-blooded werewolf who helped the king become the most powerful one in the land.

However, the maiden's stepmother had cursed her. The moment the king rose to become the most powerful being, the fair maiden disappeared.

The king searched for her everywhere. He did not give up even though everyone was telling him he should forget about the fair maiden.

Then one day, he heard a story in a little town far away about a white wolf that appeared every full moon. The locals had tried to catch it but it always evaded them.

So the king waited one night to see this wolf for himself when the full moon was high up in the sky. And that was when he saw her - a dazzling white wolf. The wolf was running free around the forest, even howling sadly to the moon.

Now, the king knew something that the townsfolk didn't. He knew that a moon-blooded wolf answered only when the wolf is called by his or her name by the person who loves the wolf.

So the king walked closer to the wolf. The wolf's dark brown eyes were already staring at him.

The king finally smiled and called out his lover's name.

The white wolf walked closer to him and with each step, she slowly shifted back into the maiden he loved.

The king held her into his arms and never let go of her again. And they lived happily ever after."

The five-year old girl in her pajamas squealed in happiness. Her curly dark hair bounced as she clapped her hands, "Again, Uncle Louis!"

"Again? I've told you that story a hundred times already."

"More! More!" she demanded.

"Tomorrow, okay? Your Mom and Dad's gonna be mad when they find that you're still awake when they get back home."

The five-year old pouted but she snuggled up deeper into her bed. Louis just laughed. She looked just like her Mom when she did that.

"I promise I'll tell you the story again tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay!"

Louis gave her a quick peck on the forehead. Then he turned to turn off the lights. The moon shone through the window and provided enough light in the room for her.

The pearl necklace that dangled on her neck shone beautifully under the moonlight.

"Night, night, Uncle Louis."

"Good night, Sidra."