The Alpha's Luna and the Bloodmoon Amulet

the edge of the bed. She tossed and turned around on her bed, her mind

survi

ean? Was he go

, sleep remained elusive. Slipping just out of reach each time her eyelids grew heavy. But whe

towards the sky as if they were grasping for the glowing moon overhead. Each leaf shimmered as though dusted with frost. The a

beneath her feet shifted. It was as though the

ing against the hard forest floor, her heart pounded in her chest, adrenaline surging

g her to stop. She followed it. Ahead, a faint glow broke through the mist, revealing two figures locked in

the ground, and when she looked beneath her, it was soak

of distant wolves howling. She screamed once more, the sound tearing through the air, but it wasn't her voice. The

ith a countenance that shows that she was utterly

, and didn'

en, without warning, something cold and firm gripped her shoulders. S

g back to reveal the figure connected to the hand. It was a woman. She was cloaked in a c

hat seemed to shimmer like moonlight on water. She looked very familiar, Lycia felt like she knew her. There was something hauntingly familiar about her, a presence that tugged a

ly, as though she were gliding through the shadows of Lycia's dre

her voice still. Carrying an echo that seemed

mistakable. It etched into her very bones, thoug

embling, as she trie

ith disbelief and emotion, her eyes teary. Her voice cracked, raw and tr

h tender and sorrowful. The faintest smile from her

ike a balm and a blade, both soothin

confusion and different emotions swirled in a chaotic dance. She stumbled forward, her hands stretched out, rea

woman's full face was revealed. She was radiant and strong, but yet he

. It was h

the weight of the years she'd spent without her, reminiscing

Lycia's cheek, wiping away the tears that fell freely now. Her touch was cool, yet it

e thick with emotion. "You've carried so m

ound torn from her c

sked with more tears flowing from her eyes, like th

ened, but there was something

yet gentle. "You have a choice, Lycia. You hav

heavy to grasp. "I don't understand. What

the forest fading into a swirling void. Her mother's figure beg

d to hold onto her. "But you must trust yourself. Trust your blood, and trust your heart. Your choices w

mother's hands. "Don't leave me again

racting with a pressing kiss to Lycia's forehead. "I am always with

ng what was about to happen. "No n

the shadows swallowing her mother'

re tears flowing out more than ever. Fille

st heaving, her cheeks wet with tears. The room was still, the fire

dream, or whatever it had been, felt too real to ignore. Her m

tever lay ahead, she wouldn't face it in fear. She would fight.

r nostrils. She could hear the soft scuffle of boots outside her door, the faintest rustle of fabric as someone shifted their weight. H

sheets. But deep within her, something had shifted; a sp