Whispers Of The Moon

Whispers of the Moon

As I held my precious babies tightly in my trembling arms, their cries pierced through the silence of the hidden chamber. Panic washed over me as I tried desperately to soothe them, whispering hushed words of comfort in their tiny ears. But their tears continued to flow, their wails growing louder, as if they sensed something I couldn't comprehend.

Confusion clouded my mind as I gazed down at their innocent faces, searching for any signs of distress or discomfort. The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with an unexplained tension. In my heart, I knew that something was amiss, something beyond the cries of my children.

As the sound of their cries echoed through the chamber, a strange realization washed over me. It was as if the moon goddess herself was speaking through my babies, sending a message I struggled to decipher. The moon, the symbol of our Lycan heritage, held secrets and whispers I had yet to comprehend.

With each passing moment, their cries grew loude