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47 Chapter 47
Seraphina’s POV 1
I found myself standing in a ce that couldn’t possibly exist-a vast meadow where silver grass swayed in a breeze that carried no
earthly scent. The sky above was neither day nor night, but something between-a twilight that held all the colors of sunset and dawn
simultaneously.
A crystalline river wound through the meadow, its waters reflecting not the strange sky above, but starlight that seemed toe from
within the water itself. The sound of it flowing was like distant music, beautiful and haunting in a way that made my heart ache with
unnamed longing.
*This has to be a dream,* I thought, though the grass felt real beneath my bare feet, and the otherworldly air filled my lungs with each
breath. *I’m unconscious in the medical bay, and this is just my mind trying to process everything that’s happened.*
A figure sat beside the glowing river, so still I almost missed her at first nce. She was draped in robes that seemed to be woven from
moonlight itself. Her hair fell in waves past her shoulders, the color of starlight on water, and when she turned to look at me, her eyes
held the depth of night skies.
Her expression was gentle, almost maternal, as she watched me approach with hesitant steps.
“Come, child,” she said, her voice carrying the resonance of wind through ancient trees. “Sit with me. You have questions, and I have long
waited to provide answers.”
I moved toward her as if pulled by invisible strings, settling onto the silver grass beside this mysterious woman. Up close, I could see that
her robes weren’t fabric at all, but somehow solidified light that moved and flowed like liquid mercury.
“You’re not real,” I said, though my voicecked conviction. “This is just a dream brought on by exhaustion and stress.”
Herugh was like silver bells chiming in a gentle breeze. She turned to face me fully, and I gasped as recognition hit me like a physical
blow. I’d seen this face before, carved in stone above the altar of every werewolf temple I’d ever entered.
You’re the Moon Goddess,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I am known by many names,” she confirmed with a serene smile. “But yes, that is one of them.”
My mind reeled as I tried to process the impossibility of the situation. “But why am I here? Why are you showing yourself to me? I’m just an omega, nothing special-”
“Nothing special?” The Moon Goddess tilted her head, amusement dancing in her starlight eyes. “Child, do you truly believe the ability to heal mortal wounds with a touch is something possessed by ordinary wolves?”
“I don’t understand any of it,” I admitted. “A week ago I was just trying to survive as a single mother. Now I’m healing people with glowing hands and throwing women around like they weigh nothing. What’s happening to me?”
The Moon Goddess reached out and ced her hand over mine, her touch warm despite the ethereal quality of her form. “You are remembering who you truly are, Seraphina. The power was always there, sleeping in your blood, waiting for the right moment to
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awaken.”
She gestured toward the flowing river, and its surface began to change, transforming into something like a moving mirror that showed images instead of reflections. I leaned closer, my heart hammering as scenes began to y out in the star-touched water.
I saw a magnificent pack territory in the northern mountains, with towering pines and snow-capped peaks that touched the clouds. A grand stone lodge dominated thendscape, its windows glowing with warm light, the carved wolf heads above its massive doors.
watching over a peaceful valley.
“The Northern Ridge Pack,” the Moon Goddess said softly. “Your birthright, child. You are Alpha’s daughter.”
The scenes in the water turned darker then, showing the night that had changed everything. I watched rogues attack the pack territory.
“They were betrayed,” I said, understanding beginning to dawn like a horrible sunrise.
“Yes.” The Moon Goddess touched my hand gently as I watched my parents fight desperately to protect their pack, their home, their
infant daughter. “Your parents died as they lived-protecting those they loved.”
In the water, I saw a young woman with tears streaming down her face as she clutched a baby to her chest, running through burning
forests while howls of death echoed behind them.
“Who is she?” I asked, though something deep inside me already knew.
“Grandmother Elena, your mother’s personal attendant and most trusted friend. She saved you that night, carried you hundreds of miles to safety while rogues hunted for any survivors.” The Moon Goddess’s voice grew heavy with sorrow. “She was gravely wounded during the escape. She managed to ce you in the Nightshadow before her injuries imed her.”
“She died saving me,” I whispered, tears spilling down my cheeks.
“And her sacrifice was not in vain. You survived, grew strong, and now your true heritage is beginning to awaken.” The Moon Goddess
turned to face me directly, her starlight eyes intense.
The images in the river faded, leaving only the reflection of stars. “I don’t know how to do any of that,” I said, my voice small. “I can barely control these healing abilities, and I have Adrian to think about. I can’t go charging off on some quest for vengeance.”
“Vengeance?” The Moon Goddess shook her head, silver hair catching light that came from no visible source. “No, child. Justice. There is
a difference, though the path to both often looks simr from the beginning.”
“What should I do?” I asked.
“What your heart tells you to do,” the Moon Goddess replied. “You have the power to heal more than just wounds, Seraphina. You can
bring peace where there has been only conflict.
A bright white light began to emanate from everywhere around us-the grass, the river, the impossible sky. The meadow started to fade
at the edges, bing translucent like watercolors running in rain.
“Wait!” I called out as the Moon Goddess’s form began to shimmer and blur. “I still have so many questions! How do I control these
abilities? What about the people who killed my parents? How do I keep Adrian safe?”
“Trust your instincts, child, her voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere, already growing distant. “Trust your mate. Trust the love
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that binds you all together. And remember-you are far stronger than you know.”
The light intensified until it was blinding, washing away the meadow, the river, and the mysterious figure who had revealed the truth
about my heritage.
“Explore and discover for yourself, my blessed daughter…”
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