“I’m worried about Enora, Elio.”, Leonora said, her voice tinged with concern. “She has been through so much lately, and now this… what if something happened to her? What if the humans get to her?”

Elio sighed softly, swirling the liquid in his glass and his brow furrowing in thought. “I know Leonora. But what can we do? There is no denying the mate bond, you know that.”, he replied, his voice filled with frustration.

“Elio, I think we must tell Enora what she is.”, Leonora stated firmly, even though she was unsure. The topic had been weighing heavily on her mind for some time now. Elio shook his head determinedly.

“You know we cannot do that! The Oracle forbade us to do so!”, he said decisively, and took a sip from his drink.

“So what is the Oracle going to do if we do it anyway?”, Leonora said. She wanted to defy orders to make her daughter feel good again. It pained her to see Enora doubting herself.

Elio looked up in surprise to his wife. “You know that it might screw up the prophecy.”, he said in minor shock. Leonora took his hands into hers.

“We don’t even know for sure that the prophecy is about Enora.”, Leonora exclaimed in frustration. “It said ‘old enemies must unite’. I mean, Enora was brought up so far outside of these communities, what enemies could she possibly encounter? “

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Enora was brought up in a world where she didn't know what she was and what she was meant to become. But then she feels attracted to three different werewolfs who are determined to make her their Luna...

Moonlit Legacy

Sebastian had been so focused on the physical threats to the pack, so fixated on defending their borders and protecting them from external danger with weapons, that he hadn’t stopped to consider the possibility of an enemy that didn’t come fighting their way in through the border. And now, as he looked back on everything that had happened, he felt incredibly stupid for not understanding sooner that they were already in a war. 


Enora’s anger still hung heavy in the air between them, her words echoing in Sebastian’s mind as he replayed their conversation over and over again. He couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at him, the knowledge that he had let her down in more ways than he could count. He had failed to listen to her, to support her, to be the mate that she needed him to be. 


“Enora, I…”, Sebastian began, his voice tentative as he reached out to her. 


Chapter 62 Actions Rather Than Words