Her dreams are becoming more regular. It was the same scene as the little girl and the baby playing by the creek. But this time, a little boy that looked just like Tristan had joined them. Francesca did not know what it meant, and Selene chose to be mysterious about it. So, even though the pretty picture filled her with hope as it did before, she couldn't help but feel uneasy about it now. She originally thought it was a vision of her future with Tristan. Vision of the children that they would soon share, but considering how things were, she doubted it now. What if this was a sign that something else, something horrible was happening? It seemed more likely. It had been almost six months since she'd been on the moon. And every day, her people were fighting a futile battle against Luna. "Calm yourself. You mustn't show your distress in front of your people," Selene whispered in Francesca's head. "They're ready for you," Penelope peered through the door, nodding at Francesca. The latte
Tristan was thrown into prison, on the moon. He realized there wasn't anything remotely funny about it but he could not help himself from laughing out loud. All he did was kiss his mate, who he hadn't seen in such a long time, and they saw fit to imprison him because of it. "Tristan," a man stood in front of his prison cell, his features hidden in the shadows, "I'm sorry it had to come to this." Tristan scoffed, "Who's there?" The man stepped into the light. Upon seeing his face, the first thing that Tristan thought was that he was familiar, then the eyes struck him. "Alberto," Tristan murmured, and a surge of anger took over his form. He sprang up from the floor and into the bars that separated him from Francesca's father, and spat out, "You bastard." "Selene told me why you're here. Won't you hear me out, Tristan?" Alberto said, his voice tired. Tristan took a good look at him. Alberto looked disheveled as if he had just come from a battlefield. He probably did. When Tristan ar
The place looked familiar to Tristan. Of course, it was. Their old home didn't change much over the years. Tristan made sure of that. Ever since his parents' death, he had taken very good care of it, making sure that it didn't tarnish the slightest bit. "Don't try to touch anything. You won't be able to, but sometimes the people in the memory can sense your presence. It creates an imbalance and we could get trapped here." Alberto was saying, "Just watch and listen carefully.""This was when we were about to vacation in the Philippines," Tristan murmured to himself as he watched his little self jump up and down in their living room, counting the suitcases in front of him. Near the front door were his parents, talking in hushed and worried tones. Tristan frowned and stepped closer to them. His mother was as beautiful as he had remembered her, though he could see her age in the corner of her eyes, something that he hadn't noticed before. His father, on the other hand, was looking regal
LaThe darkness made Selene and Francesca blink in reflex. But as Selene was quickly adaptable, it didn't take long for their eyes to recover. Then, one by one, a series of lights opened up overhead, and they found themselves in a room full of women, Penelope included. They didn't see Selene and Francesca in the room, of course, as they were still invisible to the naked eye. "Who are these people?" Francesca asked Selene. But the goddess did not need to answer, as the women determined themselves. Lifting their hands to the sky they called out, "All hail Luna, the Mother of the Night." "Traitors," Francesca gasped in their head. Selene did not utter a single word, but she could feel her fuming anger. "You finally deigned to contact us, Penelope. Did you finally find him?" one of the women asked. "I did," Penelope answered with a proud smile, "In fact, he landed right into our palms, sister. Just when we least expected it. And he came with an interesting blessing about him." "
Francesca was alone in her head. She could feel the light feeling of detachment, one that she had wished for every day since Selene started sharing a space with her. But instead of feeling good about it, there was a sense of impending doom. That woman from the mysterious meeting. Francesca remembered now. Her eyes glowed a certain way. And to be able to conceal herself and take Selene by surprise, she couldn't have been an ordinary person. Selene. Francesca opened her eyes, struck by the realization. Selene was no longer with her. Selene was gone.“Qin ai de?” Tristan’s voice roused her from her half-asleep thoughts. “Thank the goddess. How are you feeling?”“Tristan?” Francesca groaned. She reached out her hand and her mate immediately covered her hand in his. As soon as their skin touched, heat gathered at the edges of Francesca’s eyes. She had missed touching him like this, uninhibited and free. But at the same time, she mourned at the reason why she could. “Selene.” She whispered
"Are you still mad at me?" Veronica asked Francesca, purposefully avoiding the latter's eyes. "What do you think?" Francesca replied. If she were to be honest, so many things had gone down in the past months, she forgot about Veronica's betrayal. She didn't know what to feel about it at the moment. "You know I was only following orders. Cut me some slack." Veronica sighed. Francesca sighed, "Veronica, as you keep on reminding me, you're a demon. Why would you care if I've forgiven you for what you've done or not?"Veronica frowned, an uncharacteristic confused look on her face, "You're right. I don't even know why this is bothering me." "Just...do what you have to do," Francesca responded. She was getting a headache. Probably a side effect of another being getting ripped away from her consciousness. "I know, " Veronica smirked, "But do you know what? I have interesting news for you." She snapped her fingers and a dead body of a man appeared and collapsed near Francesca's feet. Th
In the middle of the battle, Francesca watched as Tristan got dragged away from their group. She resisted the urge to go after him, reminding herself that he was just a projection of the real thing. It still didn't save her from her wolf's howl of pain when seeing their mate taken, however. "Are you okay?" Deborah asked, "The other team is getting ready to advance. Let's begin to draw the enemies in one place." Francesca nodded. She knew the plan. Her Dad was on the other team along with Layla and the real Tristan, who was in disguise. They were the first ones to corner Luna's forces, and she needed to help turn over an easy battle to them. But for some reason, it was hard to concentrate. Francesca tried to fight as her people do, suppressing her wolf's tendency to take over. She was supposed to keep herself hidden, so she was disguised as well. It would ruin their plan if the other side noticed. If the enemies found out she was there, they would try to capture her. She was still S
Francesca was back at their camp, kilometers away from the battlefield earlier. It was a huge win for them. But there was still so much work to do. And among all of them, she wanted an answer to a question that she's had for months. But Penelope, the only one who could give it to her wouldn't talk. "It's a simple question, Penelope. What did Selene do to lose your trust? I just want to understand." she asked, but Penelope just spat at her. Tristan, still in disguise, moved towards them and Veronica raised her hand to slap Penelope, "Why you.." But Francesca stopped her. "I don't think you'd get anything from talking to her. She's clearly delusional," Deborah observed as Penelope let out a laugh."Penelope," Francesca repeated the girl's name quietly. She really needed to know. Selene and Francesca had always talked about how they wanted to make things better for their people. But clearly, they were lacking something if there were still some who were willing to turn to Luna's side. T