The Last Heir and Heiress
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pounding in my ears like a drum. My uncle, Alpha George, and his pack of snarling werewolves w
ited my father in his room; I didn't kill my father; I could
adows on the walls as I fled for my life, the moonl
killer of getting her own father." Alpha George growle
ining the ancient artifact, the key to our pack's survival. I couldn't let
f the Crescent clan, but with my father alive, he couldn't
y intensifying. My uncle's pack closed in, their jaws snapping mere inches from my heels
lpha George roared, his voice
snarls and scratches echoing through the wood. I emerged into the
hick forest that has been forbidden
ike living entities. Where could I hide? Would I find allies, or wou
ck forbidden forest of Silvermoon. Let go back and tell Alpha George that s
the trees seemed to shift and twist around me, their branc
my resolve. I pushed through the underbrush, my senses on high alert, every
ur father." Whispered to myself as I continued to walk t
heart pounding in my chest, and when I got there, I found an old woman, battered and bruised, a snak
gleaming with ancient write-ups, her voice b
hair turning silver, and her eyes blazing with a divine light. I
?, I stuttered, my voice
situation would be willing to help another fellow person." She
h gratitude, her gaze
tilize it for good. Your father's death occurred for a reason; your destiny awai
the moon itself had awakened within me. My hand straightened to a normal hand, and m
dicap again." I whi
oice guiding me through the
en path, the air filling with the sweet scent of moonflowers. Th
rmoon. Towers made of crystal and silver rose toward the sky, reflecting t
I was seized by guards, th
growled, his hand closing a
ace my captors alone, abandoning me to the mercy of Silverm
rs," a cold voice commanded,
ower suppressed by dark magic
een captured before me; everyone was so unhap
save Ember from my evil and wicked uncle." I whisper