Zolar Moon Romane & Geschichten

Eclipse has been with me from the start, and I could handle things if I weren’t around. Heading downstairs, I found Eclipse leaning against a wall with his eyes closed. Zydan was sitting at the conference table, looking at his phone. When Zydan didn’t seem to notice I came down the stairs, I quietly moved to stand beside Eclipse. “Don’t move.” I warned Eclipse by using our mind link. “Did you know about the super blue blood moon?” “Isn’t that supposed to happen next month?” Eclipse responded through the mind link without moving from his position. “It is tonight.”

My mobile phone vibrated violently in my palm before I could answer. Zaria’s name flashed across the screen. "Babe, I need a favour," Zaria said the second I pressed answer. "Big time." "I am right in the middle of something, Zaria." "Tonight is the Blood Moon Hunt Festival in Central City," Zaria cut me off, her voice rapid and sharp. "One of my boys just took the championship title at the Blood Ring Arena. He needs a proper escort for the Glory Night segment. I am stuck out of town. Only my queen has the presence to carry that stage."

“And impossible to control. Once the new world is built, they’ll either kneel or be erased. Werewolves are perfect. Close enough to the moon to be reshaped, and strong enough to rule.” I swallowed bile. This was genocide dressed up as utopia. He pushed open heavy iron doors, and moonlight poured in. A perfect circle of standing stones waited under the open sky. The full moon was so low and swollen, it looked ready to burst. One flat altar stone sat in the center, big enough for two bodies. I knew this place. Not with my mind, but with my bones. Xander’s voice softened. “The Astral Moon. Gemini Moon to humans. Once every few lifetimes, it hangs this low. It is perfect for binding.”

The Moon Festival was never meant for people like me. All around the clearing, wolves danced and laughed, their faces painted with silver crescents, clothes glowing with threads woven under moonlight. Lanterns floated overhead, their warm gold light casting shifting shadows on the stones below. The ancient pines swayed, whispering old prayers to the Moon Goddess. I stood at the edge of it all, half-hidden beneath the gnarled limbs of a hollow pine. My hands were clenched inside the sleeves of my simple robe—undyed, unadorned. I wasn’t dressed to be seen.

"That won't stop whoever sent this. It'll just make you a prisoner." "He's manipulating you," Sky hissed. "Don't listen to him." But Lucius's logic made sense. Sort of. "Then what do I do?" "You stay alert. You trust no one except the people you know won't betray you." "And who's that?" He smiled slightly. "That's for you to decide." I looked down at the note in my hands. ‘The Lunar Moon is coming.’ "What's the Lunar Moon?" "A specific phase. When the moon is at its fullest and brightest. The next one happens in three weeks."

You’re trying to make it sound better than it is. She thinks you’re cursed and you’ll bring destruction. That’s the reason I won’t let her near you anymore. I was afraid she might hurt you. But Drystan looked after you, and I’ll always be grateful to him for that. Tears started to fall. Why does Mom think I’m cursed? You were born on a total eclipse of the moon, and that night, the Moon Goddess appeared. In our land, she is the ancient guardian of secrets and nature, her blessings rare and unpredictable.

Others avoided looking directly at him. Kael continued. “Rumours about our Luna.” My chest tightened. So he really was addressing it publicly. Selene stepped forward slightly from the council line. “Alpha,” she said carefully, “the pack only seeks clarity.” Kael’s gaze moved to her. “And you believe rumours provide clarity?” Selene held his gaze. “They raise questions.” Marcus nodded beside her. “Some wolves claim they smell a mark.” The courtyard grew tense. Even the wind seemed to pause. Kael’s expression darkened slightly.

He hands it over to Menodora, like she's supposed to recognize it or something. “Someone left this at the gates." “Is it meant for me?" Menodora turns it over with a slight furrow in her brows. I can tell the wheels in her head are already turning, looking for whatever clues she can find. “Yes, but there's no name and no return address…so basically we have no idea where it is from." “Oh, now that's very weird,” my wolf ponders. Menodora opens the pouch and pulls out a single silver pendant. The shape of it is a crescent moon wrapped around a wolf, like the moon is protecting the wolf. The blood drains from my face even as Menodora looks up confused.

Zelena. Lupus led me down the porch and out into the clearing. Strings of white lanterns hung from one side of the clearing to the other, filling the space with beautiful glowing lights. A red carpet had been laid out from the bottom of the porch, all the way to the stage, making me feel like some kind of movie star. The crowd of Weres was huge. Must be double the size of Tri-Moon. They gathered on either side of the carpet, bunching in together to get as close as they could to the stage. As we walked through the middle of them, they knelt to their knee with their heads bowed and one hand over their heart. It was deathly silent, with only the sound of my thumping heart filling my ears.