"Humans know three moon goddesses, the Greek ones, but they are not strictly the same," Veronica started. Francesca and her were preparing for their trip to the moon. The demon wanted for them to just go straight and "travel" to their destination, but Francesca could not bear to leave Earth yet. Also, she was still hoping Tristan would at least come to see her off, but maybe that was wishful thinking. "Francesca, are you listening?" Francesca shook off thoughts of her mate in her brain,"Yes. Sorry." Veronica narrowed her eyes at Francesca but chose not to comment on why her companion was distracted. She leaned towards her, "As I was saying, there are three moon goddesses known to humans in this universe. Selene is the oldest of the moon goddesses and was the personification of the moon itself. The celestial body that we see in the sky was where her essence was originally housed. But as the years went by, she was able to concentrate herself into a much smaller vessel. Like a human's

The vampire jumped on top of Tristan, choking the life out of him. His body was screaming of exhaustion, burnt out from the exertion that he had forced it to the past few days. But he could not give up. The vampire's fangs showed themselves, trying to intimidate. But with a clean strike, Tristan's claws scratched at the monster's face, spewing blood all over the walls and onto Tristan's face. He pushed the vampire off of him. "Last chance, Colton. I'm going to count to ten. If you don't give me the information I need by then, you're dead meat. Do you understand?" Tristan said. "I don't--I swear, I don't know," Colton choked. He looked around at the bodies of slain brethren. Slipping on someone's blood, he begged the Alpha, "The disgraced Alpha, Stefano...I heard you're looking for him, too. He was there during the raid. He would know. He would know who killed your parents." Tristan sighed. This was the third time a vampire informant had told him this. "Well, then do you know where

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

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." "

"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