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Lucy
As Duke levitated into Luke's office, I couldn't help but worry. I remembered then about the trance I’d had during my evaluation. I hope it wasn’t frightening or painful, whatever he was seeing.
“Why is he in a trance now?”
Luke sighed and pulled out a blanket for the young man. He lay on the couch as Luke draped the blanket over him.
“Trances come for many reasons. Trauma and shock are the usual ones.” The young man said.
I frowned as I looked at him. He looked no older than ten, but the way he spoke made him seem much older. His presence made the air of the room feel different.
“Compounded with stress, it’s bound to happen,” Luke said. “Take a seat.”
I glanced at the young man and sat on the couch across from Luke. He held out his hand.
“Your anchor.”
I took it off and handed it over. He cocked an eyebrow. “Someone charged it partially for you?”
“I… I’m not really sure. David transferred some of his power to me. Is that what did it?”
His lips twitched as he started to murmur over the anchor. “You’ve picked up an admirer, hm? Alpha David of the Blood Moon Pack?”
I nodded. “It’s not like that.”
He chuckled and handed it back to me, fully glowing. “I’m happy for you. Though I’m worried about what you got up to over the weekend to need a refill so soon.”
I shuddered. “I was attacked. We were at Shell Cove for David’s birthday. Something tripped me and dragged me down in the water. There was someone under the water too. I thought I was going to drown…” I shuddered. “D-David jumped in and fought them. Another woman with a tail, like a mermaid, carried him away I think. I passed out after her got me out and had another vision of her.”
Luke said nothing. He waved his hand and a set of glasses appeared and started to fill with water. He picked one up and sat back. I grabbed one of the cups, looking for something to do with my shaking hands.
"When I woke up, Duke told me that he ran into a witch that shouldn’t have been there. She said that it was going to get worse if I didn’t learn my place… or if Duke didn’t learn his.”
“Typical,” Luke said. “She’s always good for a scare tactic.”
I frowned. “Why would witches be there? I thought werewolves and witches didn’t really get along?”
He took a deep breath. “Werewolves… are an ugly reminder for witches. The theory goes that the first moon goddess was a witch. No confirmation about what she planned to do with the werewolf virus and why, but given how much trouble the werewolf race has caused over the centuries since we were created? It’s by the grace of mercy that we haven’t been eradicated or subjugated.”
“You think they’d want to kill us all?”
“Well, with the ability to corrupt and turn people? Violent streaks? And of course the sunny disposition of most of the alphas? Humans hate and fear us. Everyone just hates us at most and doesn’t trust us at the least.”
Taking a moment to collect my thoughts, I continued, my voice tinged with determination. "Luke, I can't shake off the feeling that it’s all going to get worse before it gets better.”
Luke nodded, his gaze filled with unwavering support. "If the moon goddess is really involved, it always does.”
I shuddered. “What should I do? It doesn’t feel like these visions are going to go away.”
“Are you sure they’re visions?” The young boy asked.
I frowned and looked at him. “What do you mean?”
“A vision comes from a mental/magical ability to tap into ambient magic. That ability is rare outside of certain supernatural races.” He tilted his head. “And I don’t sense that in you.”
I shivered as I felt something wash over me. The necklace around his neck started to glow. It reminded me of the Moon Goddess’ necklace in my visions.
“They could be messages,” he said. “Or the remnant of a connection.”
Luke glanced between me and him. “That would be… near impossible.”
He shook his head. “This woman you call the Moon Goddess is connected across time and space to every living werewolf. It’s not impossible.”
Luke sat back. “And Duke? He says he’s been having dreams of her too with the same messages.”
He looked at me. “She’s saying something, isn’t she? Giving you an order? Telling you about your destiny?”
I nodded.
“Just because it would make you uncomfortable to think about it, doesn’t mean that it’s wrong,” the young man said and wrapped the blanket tighter. “This blanket is lovely, by the way.”
“It was a gift.”
“I’m stealing it.”
“You can’t steal from me, you little brat.”
He smiled dreamily. “You’d let me have it, and you know it.”
He looked over at me. “I’d say don’t worry about the ravings of a power hungry psycho grasping at straws.”
I swallowed. “You know something about the moon goddess?”
He chuckled. “I know enough to know that every werewolf can be called to her vision of fate.”
He tilted his head. “That anchor may be killing you, but it’s also saving you.”
I paused as the young man's words echoed in my mind.
“I thought she was dead.”
“What is death but another dimension where a physical body cannot go?” The young man asked. “Dreams can serve as a conduit for magical messages, a way for individuals to communicate across realms or dimensions. It’s because your mind is more susceptible to leaving your body behind. It's possible that the moon goddess, or someone linked to her, is reaching out to you, using these dreams as a means of communication."
I bit my lip. “Could I… communicate with someone on the other side?”
He tilted his head. “With training, just about anyone can. In fact, you likely have already done it accidentally.”
His words resonated with me. There was hope that maybe I could speak to my parents or someone else I’m related to that died and get some answers about the restraint, but then, I remembered what she said to me and the other figures in my dreams.
“There were others in my dream,” I said. “Two white wolves and a black wolf.”
“A black wolf?” Luke asked. “Have you ever seen a black wolf?”
I shook my head. “Not that I know of.”
I looked up at him. He looked troubled.
“Have you?”
His lips twitched and he nodded. “A long time ago, but that man is dead now, and of a very peculiar lineage.”
“What do you mean?”
“There are theories that werewolves evolved from wolf shifters or vis versa. Some think they were created in a certain way, but the real truth is that there are different lineages and abilities. Neatly divided into the four, now three types.”
His lips twitched. “Though I guess if you listen to some stories, it’s now more like two.”
“Because of White Moon?”
He nodded. “Black wolves are the rarest. Near extinct by design.”
"What does that mean?”
“Black wolves possess a distinct lineage, where their powers and ability to shift are passed down through generations. However, there can only be one black wolf from the same bloodline at a time. It is a rare and sacred gift, tied to the balance of nature." His lips twitched. “Or so the propaganda goes.”
“Propaganda?”
He sighed. “This propaganda isn’t that important as black wolves have all but died out… I’m not even sure if there are any alive, but they’re counterpoints to Blue Moon wolves.”
He scoffed. “That’s the one werewolf line that has remained neatly in one pack as they tended to either kill people or get themselves into trouble.”
I flinched at the mention of Tony and Matt’s pack. I didn’t want to think about them, but I needed to know.
“Blue Moon wolves tend to be white. If you believe the stories, their pelts are white to make sure the blood of their enemies can be seen after they’ve been torn to pieces.”
I shuddered, remembering the look of Matt and Tony in their wolf forms.
“They’re prone to losing control.” His lips twitched. “They, in general, have the strongest concentration of the magical virus that all werewolves have. They’re the purest. There’s a small advantage to that as they’re the strongest, but they’re also the easiest to bind.”
“Bind how?”
“Restraints,” Luke said. “The spell to restrict their powers, their ability to shift and all the other abilities they have, was designed with white wolves, Blue Moon wolves specifically in mind.”
The young man laughed. “Now, don’t go talking like that too loudly. There will be werewolves at your door crying for blood.”
He shrugged. “It’s true, no matter what the Council says officially. They developed a collar for Blue Moon in case they get out of hand.”
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