<h4>Chapter 562: Sinned by bringing you</h4>


    "Where are we going?" Gabriel asked, his voice cutting through the silent air of the ruins.


    The girl remainedpletely silent and continued walking steadily through the rubble. Gabriel narrowed his eyes, wondering how such a young girl could possibly be surviving alone in this deste area. As he followed her across the ruinednd, he finally saw a distinct forest line ahead.


    "Do you live there?" Gabriel asked, framing his question differently this time, gesturing toward the trees.


    "No," the girl briefly refused, without turning around.


    "So, you can speak," Gabriel stated, a slight edge ofmand entering his voice.


    "Will you stay quiet?" The girl snapped in a light voice.


    "What if a strangeres to you and asks you to follow him?" Gabriel inquired, pushing the point. "It is obvious you would ask questions of him."


    They were now walking along a small cobblestone path that led them directly inside the forest line. Gabriel’s eyes widened in astonishment at the scene before him. Ahead, arge waterfall was gushing down, and surrounding its base was a sprawling, vibrant settlement. He saw dozens of modern-style houses clustered neatly around the water feature.


    "Over there," the girl said simply, pointing her finger to her left, indicating a particr house. "Ady is waiting for you in that house," she asserted.


    Before Gabriel could ask who, the girl abruptly ran off and vanished from his sight; he heard the distant, cheerfulughter of children at y while a few women were diligently cleaning the streets nearby. "People live here, then why is it said that this kingdom is in ruins?" he murmured to himself, the incongruity of the thriving secret settlement and the deste ruins hitting him. He immediately began walking toward the house the girl had pointed out.


    Reaching the door, he pressed the bell and lowered his hand. A few momentster, the door opened.


    "Wee, Gabriel Sinir," thedy said with a warm smile. She stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter.


    Gabriel didn’t show any hesitation and walked into the cozy room. He took a quick, assessing nce at his surroundings before lowering himself onto afortable sofa.


    "Did you send the message to me?" He directly moved to the core matter for which he had riskeding here.


    "Yes," thedy replied. "Didn’t you recognize me?" She moved smoothly to the kitchen and poured a ss of water for him. cing it on a tray, she walked back out and set the tray down on the table between them.


    "I never met you, not in this life, at least," Gabriel said, his gaze fixed on the ss of water. He was clearly dubious of her offering and made no move to drink.


    "We did meet in this life. Ten years ago, when you decided to build the city of San Ravendale, you encountered me, Gabriel," thedy pronounced, her tone even.


    He frowned, concentrating hard, trying to summon a memory, but nothing came to his mind.


    "You have a poor memory," thedy remarked.


    "Tell me where I met you and what we talked about," Gabriel requested, adopting a deceptively humble tone.


    "You attended the yearly praying ceremony in the Moon Temple with your family," thedy answered calmly. "You were praying for a mate," she borated, "specifically petitioning the Moon Goddess."


    Gabriel furrowed his brows, still unable to ce the woman in front of him.


    "I was the one who gave you the holy water," thedy further rified. "You looked deeply agitated and upset. I told you then that you would find your true mate when you would least expect it."


    The memory instantly struck Gabriel, and he finally recognized the woman. "Were you a priestess there?" Gabriel instantly questioned, sitting forward.


    "No. I am the Moon Goddess. People call me Cynthia."


    "Don’t lie," Gabriel chuckled, immediately dismissing the im. He couldn’t fathom that the Moon Goddess herself would descend to Earth simply to ry this information to him.


    "You didn’t drink the water," Cynthia observed quietly. "Are you afraid I spiked it?"


    "Yes," Gabriel admitted, his voice steady and honest. "I’m a prince. Caution is second nature to me."


    "Yet you came," she countered softly, her eyes searching his. "You followed my message and walked straight into this ce."


    Gabriel met her gaze without flinching and gave a slow nod. "I had to. Everything that matters from the past... it all began here." His words came out low, almost a murmur. "Now it’s your turn. Tell me the truth. Are you truly a witch? How have you lived this long?"


    "I am no witch, Gabriel." Cynthia’s voice carried a quiet gravity. "I am the Moon Goddess herself."


    Gabriel’s lips curved in a faint, skeptical smile. "And why would the Moon Goddess descend to earth in person to aid me now, when she never did before?"


    "Because I sinned," Cynthia answered. "I fell in love. I bore a son."


    The words struck him like a de. Gabriel’s heart thundered against his ribs as he suddenly remembered his father’s cold voice from the past.


    <strong><i>Your mother sinned by bringing you into this world.</i></strong>


    The warmth drained from his body in an instant. He froze as his breath caught, and his eyes locked on hers, the fallen Moon Goddess.


    "Forgive me for abandoning you," she whispered, pain threading through her words. "The heavens punished me for neglecting my duty to watch over the werewolves. But I have never, not once, regretted bearing you in that life. Back then, I could not alter the fate written for you. This time, I can. A witch has already helped you in seeing the past. A weapon exists that can help you kill Ophelia. It is present in the grave of your father."


    "Didn’t it get rusted all these years?" Gabriel questioned.


    "It is a special metal. You must check the grave of your father and take that weapon out. Drive it straight to the heart of Ophelia, and you’ll get rid of her," Cynthia instructed him.