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Remember to leave a comment at the end of the chapter to tell me what you thought of the story. Just an emoji, heart or smiley is enough to show me you're with me. I won't bother you any more and I wish you all a good read. The characters and situations of this story are purely fictional, any resemblance to real people or having existed people is purely coincidental. * The night’s veil had just been drawn over a lake with peaceful waters. Time remained suspended, frozen by the divines' presence in this sacred place. The sound of a cart pulled by two silver-white horses made the two goddesses look up as they sat near a lake with translucent waters. One of them, Artemis with red hair, Goddess of the Crescent Moon, fierce hunter armed with her quiver of arrows and great golden bow, finally uncrossed her arms from under her chest. The other, Hecate, with hair as black as darkness, Goddess of the New Moon with ageless beauty, let her fingers run through the fur of a dog and a skunk. On her vaporous white dress, green runes and alchemy symbols turned continuously. The last one to arrive finally took off the large veil that masked her face. The silver-haired and silver-eyed Selene, Goddess of the full moon, approached her allies with a hurried step. The lunar trinity was thus united in the same sacred place. Torches lit up around them, appearing as if by magic by the sole will of the magician, Hecate. "Why so much haste, O Selene?" asked Artemis. Hecate kept silent and just listened. "I need you," whispered Selene as she took her place on the cool, soft grass. A doe with golden horns came forward to place her head under the hand of the warrior goddess before closing her eyes. "One of the soul mates I have created is always killed before she can meet her match," Selene began. Artemis shrugged dismissively. "I don't care. I helped you create these creatures in the past. What glory would I get today from helping you again? "Mercy, Artemis. It took us an immeasurable amount of time to be able to give birth to Magnus' soul mate," pleaded Selene. Hecate raised an eyebrow at the full moon goddess' statement. "Magnus. Are you talking about the son of the wolf and the Wind Tribe?" "The very one, O Hecate." Artemis laughed contemptuously and immediately stood up. She dusted off the dirt on the leather strips that made up the skirt of her hunting outfit and turned her back on them. "I don't care about soul mates and have taken a vow of chastity. It pleases me to know that males need their females, and it displeases me that you have made them their equals by splitting their souls. This fight is not mine. The soul that keeps perishing should have been strong, but you chose to give it a half." And so the Goddess with the quiver disappeared into the darkness. Hecate laughed in turn, her green eyes glowing mysteriously after the disappearance of their third ally. "Magnus is a son of the Wind Tribe through his mother. I will help you, O Selene, for in his blood flows the ancient magic of the first people." Selene nodded gratefully, glad to have the support of the Goddess of the new moon. "Thus, wolves and witches will be united to protect her in the next cycle of rebirths." "Wolves and witches are mortals, no matter what anyone says," said a voice from above. The two goddesses looked up to the sky and saw a titanic form descending from the vault of heaven, wrapped in black gauze. Both bowed their heads to the presence of the star-sprinkled, black-skinned primordial deity. "We greet you, O Nyx, daughter of Chaos, you who live in the Netherworld where all is darkness," the goddesses greeted with the same voice. The Goddess of the night contemplated the two deities in front of her. "I am tired of these constant, though distracting, quarrels. I am tired of hearing the tears and sighs filled with remorse and sorrow for the same soul. I have heard your concern, O Selene, so I put my creations to the service of this martyred soul." "Vampires and wolves do not get along," Hecate gritted between her teeth. "We modeled the wolves to contain the sons of the night, O Nyx. Your creatures were far too voracious." "And yours have done much harm to my creations. Only a few of them now tread the domain of men," Nyx noted imperiously. "What do you wish in exchange?" asked Hecate in a tone of distrust. "More unions. Allow my creatures to bond with yours. Allow them to grow. Allow them to..." "Your creatures feed on blood, O Nyx. Life and death cannot unite. Vampires must take life to form their other half, and sadly, this is often met with failure," Selene cut in. "My creatures have changed over the centuries, O Moon Goddesses. They are nobler now, more soulful than they have ever been. Allow the most deserving of finding their beloved among you. I will thus cover with a veil of the night the soul that keeps perishing until it is finally ready to receive its half soul." Hecate and Selene remained silent. They both knew that Magnus had waited far too long and that the lunar madness was eating away at him every day a little more, separated from his soul mate. Selene raised her head towards the Goddess of the night, making her long silver hair wave gracefully. "I allow it," she said in a firm tone. "May the world have the goodness of heart to welcome these children of enemy blood," Hecate replied while bowing her head. Nyx stared into the abysmal eyes of the Goddess of the Shadow and the Dead. Hecate opened her palm, making her eyes glow with a mysterious green halo. A flame immediately appeared in it. "That child should never have died. So this is the soul responsible for the complaints of the Fates," said Nyx, frowning. She, in turn, held out her hand for the flame to slip through. "We will birth you in the realm of men this time. The night will cover you with a veil, the night will guide your steps to your promised one, and the children of the night will watch over you until the time comes for you to retake your form." "The handmaidens of Hecate will support her when the time comes. My two most beautiful and powerful followers will cross her path at the Crossroads," the Goddess of the new moon declared. "We name you, White, so the light continues illuminating your path in the darkness of the night. And, I grace the child of the night who will guard you with a soulmate among my creatures. May the world have the goodness of heart to welcome these children of enemy blood," Selene murmured, repeating Hecate's last words before closing her eyes._Paris_ A lean figure stood out in the gloom of the dirty streets. She walked all dressed in black, the hood of her long cloak hanging over her back. Illuminated only by the light of the torches, her long blond hair falling on her frail shoulders fascinated beggars and peasants in search of a penny to survive until spring. Gentlemen bowed before her while paupers and harlots, recognizing the pure features of the alabaster-skinned woman, fled to find refuge in the depths of the capital. The heels of her high leather boots stopped hitting the icy pavement, and she looked up as she stood before a simple wooden door. She knocked three times with the tips of her phalanges and waited. A peephole revealed itself in the door, hidden by a simple wooden strip. "The password?" croaked a voice from another age. A slight smile played on her red lips, and she leaned forward to whisper: "Ouvre cette putain de por
Augustine took Emmanuelle's hand and pulled her to him. Then he placed his hand on her arm, and they began to walk through the catacombs. "We have received a message." "Very good. And, what does this have to do with me?" she interrupted at once. "The Council is asking us to guard a human," he announced casually. Emmanuelle immediately stopped walking and looked up at her clan leader. "A human?" "An unborn human," sighed Augustine as he, in turn, turned his head toward her. Emmanuelle looked around, then laughed. "I heard your request. I've heard your request, but before I do, can you confirm that you haven't drunk the blood of a drug addict?" Augustine laughed and nodded. "The order came from the Council, my sweet. So, against all odds, you are the best choice to serve as the child's guardian when her soul enters the cycle of reincarnations. Your lack of appetite has always worried me deeply, and it now seems
_ Harry, 18 years old._ "Don't worry, Harry. Everything will be fine." "You have Alpha blood in you. No one else is more qualified than you." "Did you see his wolf?" "Praise the Moon Goddess. Your father has left the pack an heir! "Too bad your parents will never get to see your Alpha ceremony, Harry. They would be so proud." "He looks much older than his eighteen years. It will be easier to establish his authority over the pack." "The Red Moon is counting on you, Harry. "He's a little young, though, isn't he? Do you think he'll be okay? "His wolf is a real war machine, and they say he's already mastered it to perfection. "He's chosen a Beta already, you think?" "The rumors are that he chose Connor." "Connor? Yes, that would be a good choice. He'll make a first choice second in command." "Do we know how his parents...?" "A rogue killed his father. A treacherous attack. His mother's heart cou
Harry entered with a determined step. He was reassured to know that the Mad One had not yet arrived. "Hey, Harry, hi! Welcome to the Crossroad Cafe!" the two young Wind Tribe members said in unison. The brother and sister standing in front of him shared some common features. They both had wavy black hair and brown eyes that shone with kindness. They wore a black T-shirts with the Café logo. The young man had dark jeans, while his sister wore a long skirt with ethnic patterns. She had a ring on each finger. "Aiyana! Mat!" greeted Harry in turn. The Red Moon Alpha hurried to the bar, where his friends, with whom he had played so much as a child during his visits to the Café, were standing. "We'll have to be careful what we call you from now on," Mat said, patting Harry on the shoulder. The redhead took a seat in one of the high chairs at the bar and grinned brightly as Aiyana placed a bowl of vanilla ice c
The door slowly opened, creaking through the silence of the night, before the Alpha Black slowly entered the building. He wore only a pair of pants that he had put on after returning to human form and walked past the other two Alphas without glancing at them. Then he sat on a chair at the end of the table and waited. Wayne patted Harry on the shoulder and motioned for him to sit to the right of the Mad One. Finally, he took a seat on his left and waited. However, Wayne's wolf sniffed curiously at Black but remained silent for fear of angering the black wolf. Wayne flinched when he noticed the Mad One staring at him. Then he shook himself and cleared his throat. "Well, Harry. I don't suppose your father ever told you about this because it's a secret of the utmost importance. We need to take... well, I need to take the time to explain to you why you are here tonight. But also why the Red Moon Pack and the Serene Moon Pack exist," Wayne bega
Harry remained silent, completely shocked by the announcement Wayne had just made. How could this be? He was the descendant of a long line of Alphas. And yet, he couldn't deny it. His wolf was submitting to and recognizing the authority of the Mad One. "Out," Alpha Black merely articulated with a deep sigh. He got up from his chair and walked out unceremoniously, keeping his hands in his pants pockets. Harry and Wayne stood up and followed him. "Go to the back. You know where to go, Alpha Black. No trouble at the front of the Crossroad Café," Old Al announced calmly. The Wind Tribe leader had not moved and continued to smoke quietly as he leaned back in his chair. Black merely nodded, then moved with a firm foot toward the backyard of the Café. The other two Alphas followed him but kept a distance of five meters behind him. Wayne put a brotherly hand on Harry's shoulder, then laughed softly.
They didn't have time to continue their exchange when they both cried out in pain. They hadn't had time to see the Mad One running toward them, nor had they been aware of the danger. It took the powerful impact of Alpha Black's fist against their ribs for them to realize what they were in for. Till rolled to the side and hit the trunk of a tree. The impact was so brutal that the wolf's body shattered two more trees in the process. He immediately sat up, shaking his head to regain his composure, when he felt a hand on the back of his neck. A small bark of surprise left his mouth as he felt himself lifted into the air and launched again toward the center of the field. "Gee, I never thought I'd see a wolf fly in my life," commented Old Al, handing Wayne a beer. "I didn't either. Thanks for that, Old Al," Wayne replied, patting the dusty ground beside him. Alo gave him an amused look, then sat on the ground while he lit another cigarette. "Don't mess i
Harry was lying on his back, his lungs were on fire, and he was coughing from the heavy impacts on his ribs. He turned over onto his stomach, propped up on his elbows, and spat blood into the dusty dirt of the vacant lot behind the Crossroad Café. "I think that's enough for tonight. A year that I've been training you, and you're nothing like you were when I said I'd take care of you," Wayne said warmly as he pulled on his red and white plaid shirt. Harry let his forehead fall to the floor. With every exhale he made, dust rose from his nostrils and his eyes burned from the intense perspiration of physical exertion. "I know I can do more, Alpha Wayne," Harry said before grunting under the pain. The healing power of his wolf was in full swing, and the now nineteen-year-old could feel his ribs repairing and repositioning themselves in his rib cage. "Oh, I'm sure you can do more. But there's no need. You gave us a hell of a hand during the harvest. The omeg