“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

The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the Moonlit territory as Enora, Adam, Lucas, and Sebastian stood side by side, their hearts heavy with grief as they paid their final respects to the wolves who had lost their lives in the attack. The air was thick with sorrow, the weight of their loss palpable as they stood in silence, each lost in their own thoughts and memories of those they had lost. Enora’s eyes were dry but heavy with unshed tears as she stared at the row of freshly dug graves, her heart aching with the pain of their absence. She felt a hand gently squeeze her shoulder, and she glanced over to see Adam standing beside her, his expression somber but supportive. 


“It’s okay to grieve, Enora.”, Adam said softly, his voice gently as he offered her a small smile. “We’ve lost family, it’s natural to feel sad.” 


“I should have been able to protect them.”, Enora murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “If I had gotten to them faster…” 


Chapter 63 Healing Wounds