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And I believed her.
She drew back to catch her breath, and her eyes fell on Dad. He stood frozen, his body stiff, wide eyes fixed on her like none of this could be real.
“You will forget this,” Selene said, her tone no longer fragile but absolute. “You’ll go home, and wait for your wife. She’s visiting Lia for the last two weeks, and you’ve been living normally, as you would. That’s all you’ll remember.”
Dad blinked once. His trembling stopped. Slowly, he turned and walked away without another word.
Then her gaze landed on me.
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. For the first time since she had revealed herself, she was the Moon Goddess I’d thought she would be.
She approached me, and reached for my hands and held them in hers. I had the urge to pull them away, but resisted. Her touch was warm, but unsteady. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, eyes glassy. “For everything I caused. I know I’m not like the mothers you’ve known. I don’t expect forgiveness.”
My throat burned. I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I didn’t.
“But I swear,” she went on, her voice softer now, almost pleading, “I’ll watch over you for the rest of eternity. Thank you-for healing my heart again.”
I wasn’t ready to forgive. I didn’t know if I ever would be. But her words cracked something open in me, whether I wanted them to or not.
She let go and took a step back, her eyes drifting once more to John. And then she spread her arms.
Light burst from her skin, flooding everything. I threw my arm over my face, but still felt the heat of it, the warmth of her goodbye pressing against me.
She lifted slowly, the glow carrying her higher and higher until she was gone. All that remained was radiance.
When the light finally dimmed, we all looked up. The old moon, pale and empty, faded into nothing. In its place, a new one rose-bright, alive, whole. Selene had taken her throne again.
Zane’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. His lips met mine, desperate and steady at once, and I melted into him.
When I pulled away, I turned to John and threw my arms around him. “Thank you,” I whispered. “I’ll keep visiting. I promise.”
“I love you, my Lia,” he said, kissing my forehead.
“I love you too, John,” I replied, sniffing.
Mom wanted to forget too.
So I helped her do it, commanding her to flush those terrible memories out of her head, to think she’d simply been visiting me at Zane’s for the last few weeks because I had been sick.
Then I dropped her back home, everything inside me easing when she and Dad hugged each other.
Even though they didn’t remember, their hold on each other lingered too long, as if they’d missed each other all the same.
Zane took me back home then, hand clasped in mine, everything returning to normal again. tonnible but as long as we were together, we knew we could bounce back from just about anything.
The pack house was buzzing the moment Zane and I stepped inside. Laughter spilled through the halls, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the weight in my chest lifted. The Hounds were sprawled across the couches, teasing each other the way they always did, like nothing could ever touch them. Even Sapphire was here-smiling, bright, and full of that calmness she always carried.
I made my way to her, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. “I need your help,” I said, lowering my voice a little. “We have to find Caitlyn’s sister.”
Sapphire tilted her head, narrowed eyes sparkling with amusement. “You people should start paying me for all your problems. I’m gonna start charging a fee because I’ve had enough of your shit.”
I laughed, nodding. “You probably should.”
“I’ll pay whatever you want,” Zane cut in, sliding his arm around my shoulders.
Sapphire arched a brow at him. “You already owe me. And not just me-my coven too. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”
Zana omirkod but there was no defiance in it. “I remember.”
“Good.” She crossed her arms, but then her gaze flicked past us to Warner. “Since we’re talking favours, I want to move into the pack house. With him.”
Warner nearly choked, then grinned like an idiot. “Yes. Please.
Yes.”
Zane hummed, pretending to think. “Letting a witch live with us… fine with me.”. Before anyone could add anything, Sapphire squealed and threw her arms around Warner, pulling him into a kiss.
Ajax coughed, making retching sounds.
She pulled back, ignoring him completely. “Don’t worry. I’ll find Caitlyn’s sister. Once I have her location, I’ll give it to you. But it’s the last favour this year.”
Relief swept through me, and I smiled, pulling her into a tight hug. “Thank you.”
-BLAKE’S POV-
The woods were quiet-too quiet.
I walked through the trees with my wolves at my back, their paws thudding against the dirt.
Thanks to Lia and her witch friend, I’d learnt where Caitlyn’s sister was. Just outside my town, in rogue territory.
We’d been tracking this place for days, following the stench of rogues until it led us here, to the pack house.
It wasn’t really a house.
More like a wreck patched together with scraps of wood and stone. Still, it held and sheltered them. Rogues, dozens of them, all twisted into something close to a pack. Ten years they’d been running like this, vicious, bloody, dangerous. And at the top of it all was the name I’d finally dug up.
Xander, and his so-called mate. A human girl they called Hazel. But I knew the truth.
She wasn’t some Hazel. They’d changed her name.
It was Hannah. Caitlyn’s sister. They’d kidnapped her and hidden her behind a false name, as if that could erase who she really was.
A low growl rattled from my chest.
My wolves echoed it, their heads raised, ears flat.
We didn’t wait long. A few rogues came pouncing out of the door, teeth bared, claws ready. We met them head on.
The air filled with snarls and snapping jaws. Fur and blood blurred together. I lunged, teeth sinking into a rogue’s shoulder, shaking until I felt the bone crack. Another leapt at me and my packmate knocked him down, tearing his throat open.
It was chaos, but we pushed them back, closer and closer to the house.
Rogues always broke sooner or later.
And then he came out. Xander.
He wasn’t in wolf form. He stood in the doorway, tall, broad, covered in tattoos that looked like they’d been carved into his skin with a knife. His eyes were cold, cruel. He smiled like this was all a game.
“Well, well,” he drawled, his voice carrying even over the noise. “Thought you could take me down with your mutts, did you?”
I growled, stepping forward, blood dripping from my jaws.
“Hazel, baby,” he shouted, turning his head. “Go to your room. Daddy will be back in a minute!”
That name made me snap.. I launched at him, fur bristling, teeth bared.
We collided mid-air, snarls tearing through the pack house as claws ripped into skin. He bit back, teeth scraping my shoulder, hot blood matting my fur.
I lunged again, driving him into the wall. Wood cracked under the impact, dust raining down. His claws raked my side, but I didn’t let go. I sank my teeth into his neck, shoving harder.
She’s not Hazel. The words pulsed through me even without sound, rage spilling into every strike. Her name’s Hannah.
He froze for a heartbeat, which was enough.
I ripped free, claws tearing across his chest. Blood sprayed, hot and metallic, painting the floor. He snapped wildly, desperate, but I was already on him again. My jaws clamped down over his throat, locking tight. He thrashed, snarled, clawed at me, but I held.
And then, with a final surge, I tore through.
He gurgled, eyes wide, then collapsed at my feet.
Silence fell. My wolves closed in, panting, bloody, but alive. The rogues were scattered, broken, nothing left to fight for.
I didn’t waste time. My chest heaved as I climbed the stairs two at a time. The smell hit me before the sight did. Fear, rot, human blood.
And then I found her.
She was curled in the corner of a small room, thin as a stick, shivering. Her hair was dirty, her skin bruised. But her face-Goddess, her face looked so much like Caitlyn’s it knocked the breath out of me.
Her wide eyes locked on me, and she flinched.
“Stay back,” she whispered, her voice broken. She scrambled against the wall, sobbing. “Don’t touch me.”
My chest ached. Slowly, I lowered myself to the ground. I inched closer to her, careful and quiet. She whimpered, but I stopped before I reached her.
I lay down, whimpering, licking at the wounds on her wrists and arms. My tail thumped weakly against the floor, trying to show her I wasn’t here to hurt her.