The White-Moon children have been fighting for their lives for as long as they could remember. Their parents past haunts them as they struggle to find who they are.
As they find their mates, a prophecy takes a turn for the worse.
Will Kendan become...
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I couldn't help but feel the slightest stinging of betrayal, the same stinging I feel echoing through the bond with my brother. Olympia was our mate, and when she kept things about our sister from us, it doesn't settle well with our beast.
While the beast loved his mate unconditionally, he also had a littermate to look after. Bexley is younger than them, and while she could kick our asses our Lycans liked keeping each other protected, even if it wasn't necessarily needed.
I could practically feel the wheels turning in Kendan's head when her plush lips uttered that Bexley would be choosing a chosen.
Taking a chosen wasn't looked down upon, but it certainly wasn't a situation that people rejoiced over. Choosing your mate is settling from what the Goddess wanted for you, often it results in her shunning you from her moons blessing.
A lot of the bigger packs with too many to control like to make a joke out of our Goddess. But in Callisto, we are very serious about our maker and staying within her good graces. While our lives have been messy, we know that the Moon Goddess strategically put those obstacles in our way to strengthen us for what is to come.
Looking out of Bexley's window, I watched Mia practice her magic, keeping an eye on her while Wilder goes to see what Kendan thinks of this mess we have been situated in.
I'm not too sure when the pack became so immersed in pack life though, a lot of people say that before my mom came along, my dad wasn't big into bowing to the Moon as he should have been.
But when my Uncle was alive he would tell us about how they would pray as humans to their own God, knowing he would bless them with his own eternal grace. My mom often spoke about her parents who were devout believers.
I guess when my mom came to the pack, she brought her ways of living with her and eventually bringing those rituals to everyone else in the pack as well.
As I watched Olympia help the flowers around her bloom, a strange bright green tinting the tips of her fingers as she stretched her limbs out. I couldn't help the way my heart tightened and the smile that lifted my cheeks. She was eternally beautiful, even as her dark blonde roots were beginning to show, and she was begging for more dye for her hair as the bags under her eyes hung heavy, I thought she was the most beautiful thing I had ever set my eyes on.
Her eyes lifted, feeling the heat of my stare on her form. Those green eyes connected with mine, and even from the second story window, I could see the spark of happiness that shot through them.
