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

The big, white moon in the night sky watched Endymion. She didn't know why she started doing it, but now it occupied most of her time. It wasn't just because he was beautiful, it was also because he was funny and smart and made the most of his life despite his humble situation tending to his sheep. As far as humans went, it was a fascinating combination for Selene. As now, Endymion was sleeping when one of his sheep licked and wet his hair. "Lon, you bastard." He woke up, stumbling and flapping around comically as he went near the stream and looked at his reflection in the water. He screamed like a hyena. Selene laughed for the first time in years. "Are you laughing, sister? I don't think I've ever heard you laugh." Eos, the dawn who had just begun rising from the horizon, appeared beside her. Selene cleared her throat in embarrassment. "You've been watching this human for months now, did you realize that?" Eos commented, amused. "Was I?" Selene was clearly playing dumb, bu

They were at a briefing with their people, and Francesca could not look at her mate. She couldn't believe that they did that. When they were in the middle of a war, no less. They must be completely out of their minds. But still, it was nice to have him on her skin again. She felt like glowing and she could not help but bush every time she remembered the time they spent together. Their eyes met again and Tristan raised his eyebrows at her comically, knowing. Francesca giggled, but then her eyes met Stefano's across the table, and all smile left her lips. She cleared her throat to disguise her discomfort. "How long until Luna notices something is off?" Alberto asked everyone in the room."Depends on how long Veronica's spell would hold," Layla answered."It would definitely not give us away for at least a week or so. I put my all into that spell. As you can see, I am totally drained," Veronica answered. She looked drained. As much as she still could not forgive the demon, Francesca had

Their plan was to attack the unwitting Luna in her own castle, and Francesca could have a panic attack just thinking about it. It was true that the old Francesca, who was fearless and optimistic, was back. She could feel the old her and she was happy to welcome her back. But remnants of the version of her that was wounded by Stefano by all means possible still peeked from where she had hidden her. Speaking of the devil, Francesca saw Stefano approach her from a corner. She tensed like she always does whenever he's near. But she thought about what Tristan said about it previously and held her ground. "Hi," Stefano said as soon as he reached her, scratching the back of his neck. Francesca wasn't at all used to seeing him so unsure in front of her, it was unnerving. "Hello," Francesca greeted back cautiosuly. "Francesca, listen, I--" Stefano said. "If you say you're going to apologize for everything you've done, I would have no choice but to laugh." Francesca interrupted, her heart f

Tristan and Stefano found themselves fighting side by side, both using halberds to assist them in battle. They found it strange compared to how werewolves fight with their bare hands. Tristan, for instance, found it a bit troublesome. But as someone who wasn't from the moon, the place tends to suck some of his energy away, so he needed the boost. "Are you seriously leaving her alone to deal with Luna?" Stefano asked Tristan, briefly gazing in the direction where Francesca and Olga were dueling. "If there's a fight that she would win, it would be that one," Tristan answered confidently. "But don't worry, I'm keeping an eye on her." Of course, he was. Tristan did not need to say that out loud for Stefano to know. Stefano grunted, eyeing Tristan with begrudging respect as the latter overpowered three Lunars at once. Tristan was obviously much stronger now, having been turned into a full-blown Alpha. That also meant Endymion's soul had been extracted from his body and sent back to the