Chapter 62

All gods remembered their birth and Luna hated the way she was born. She emerged from a branch of the consciousness that created Selene. And there wasn't a day that she didn't despise the Romans for being so unoriginal that she had to suffer such fate. From that day on, she vowed to destroy Selene. It was the only way she could feel comfortable in her own skin.

"You are never going to get away with this," Selene said from where she was trapped in a glass jar in front of Luna. Her temporary prison until the spell that Luna left in it faded away.

Luna let out a laugh, "Did you hear that, Olga? A feisty little thing, isn't she?"

"It wouldn't be for long. The boy is about to wake up." Olga smirked, gazing at Tristan, who was sleeping on a bed across the room. They dragged him earlier into the fortress, helpless.

"Are you sure he is Endymion? I claimed the boy's wolf when he was young, through his father. Went to all that trouble just to keep Selene from noticing who he is. I am ver