Novels by Moonlight Legolas

After finishing her call with Joseph, Irene left the room, her thoughts still swirling with the revelation about Noah's werewolf lineage. As she stepped into the living area, she found Adam engrossed in a book. The room's warm ambiance provided a stark contrast to the cool and calculated atmosphere of the conversation Irene had just concluded.Adam looked up from his book, a gentle smile gracing his features. "Irene," he greeted, gesturing toward the plush sofa, "please, have a seat."Irene hesitated for a moment but then acquiesced, settling into the comfortable cushions. As she made herself comfortable, the scent of a delicious meal wafted through the air. The mansion's servants had prepared a spread on the dining table.Dinner was served in a silence that hung in the air, both Irene and Adam lost in their respective thoughts. The clinking of cutlery against plates filled the room, punctuating the quietude.Suddenly breaking the silence, Irene looked at Adam with a determined expres

The room, now a cocoon of guarded emotions, held within its walls the weight of revelations that transcended the mundane. Dr. Vaughan, the beacon of medical insight in this mystical realm, began to unravel the enigma that shrouded Noah's ailment."Noah's condition," Dr. Vaughan began, his tone measured, "stems from the unique nature of his werewolf lineage. Unlike typical werewolves, his werewolf side has not been touched by the energy of the full moon."Irene, her protective instincts flaring, interjected with a mix of disbelief and defiance. "Are you saying he needs to meet Lucian Hemmings to absorb the full moon's energy? Absolutely not!"Adam, acutely aware of the stakes, stepped in, suggesting a more private discourse with Irene. Dr. Vaughan, recognizing the delicate nature of the situation, excused himself, leaving the room in a hushed solemnity.Alone in the room, Adam and Irene stood on opposing shores of a heated debate. Adam, his expression grave, spoke with a calm determina

The journey to Boris City was swift yet laden with an air of uncertainty. The ambulance maneuvered through the city streets, eventually veering off into the outskirts, where the dense forest enveloped them. Adam, Noah, and Dr. Vaughan arrived at a secluded mansion that stood in stark contrast to the surrounding wilderness.The mansion, grand and luxurious, emerged from the woods like an unexpected oasis. The nurses accompanying them wore expressions of bewilderment, their confusion evident as they glanced around at the unusual sight. It was uncommon to find such opulence hidden within the Boris City woods.Noah, carefully cradled in their arms, was gently brought inside the mansion. The spacious and lavishly adorned interior seemed almost surreal against the backdrop of the forest. The nurses, perplexed by the peculiar setting, proceeded with caution, laying Noah in a grand room appointed with elegance.Expressing his gratitude, Adam thanked the nurses and accompanied them to the door

The morning sun painted soft hues across Thibeult City as Adam, ever vigilant, approached Noah's room. The previous day had seen shared laughter and a newfound connection between them, but as he opened the door, a hushed silence replaced the usual liveliness that accompanied Noah.Concern etched Adam's face as he observed Noah, who lay in bed, his small frame seemingly overwhelmed by the blankets. The vibrant energy that typically radiated from the young boy was replaced by a quiet stillness."Noah, how are you feeling?" Adam inquired gently, his voice conveying both care and worry.Noah, eyes half-closed, weakly mumbled, "Mr. Alpha, my head hurts, and I feel really hot."Adam's heart skipped a beat. Fever. Panic set in as he approached Noah's bedside. Swiftly retrieving a thermometer, Adam measured Noah's temperature, dread settling in as the numbers appeared on the screen—39 degrees.The urgency in Adam's voice was palpable as he reached for his phone. Dialing Irene's number, he anx

The sterile scent of the medical room lingered as Noah, a 10 year old with wide eyes and a mop of unruly hair, sat patiently. Dr. Vaughan, a werewolf specialist, prepared the equipment to draw a sample of Noah's blood. The room was adorned with medical paraphernalia, but the calming presence of Adam, known affectionately as Mr. Alpha, provided a sense of reassurance to Noah."Alright, Noah," Dr. Vaughan began, readying the needle, "this won't hurt much. Just a quick prick, and we'll be done."Noah nodded, his trust in Adam extending to the pack doctor. The needle pierced his skin, and a small vial filled with his blood. Noah, although a bit uneasy, maintained his composure, knowing that this examination was crucial for the werewolf pack's understanding of his heritage.Once the procedure was complete, Noah hopped off the examination table, glancing at the vial filled with his blood. Dr. Vaughan smiled warmly. "You did great, Noah. We'll have the results soon."As they exited the medic

Irene absorbed the weight of Joseph's revelations about the Hemmings werewolf pack, the conversation took an unexpected turn. Joseph, now seated across from her, hesitated before delving into a more personal narrative, one intertwined with his own family history."My father," Joseph began, his voice carrying the weight of years of solitude and rejection. "Theo Hemmings. He was a werewolf, and my mother, human. A union that was never accepted."Irene, her mind still swirling with the complexities of the werewolf pack's dynamics, listened intently as Joseph unraveled the story of his origins. He spoke of the challenges faced by a child born of both worlds, belonging to neither. The tale painted a picture of ostracism, of a young boy grappling with his identity in a world that deemed him an anomaly."I was never fully accepted, Irene," Joseph confessed, his eyes reflecting the scars of a tumultuous past. "The pack saw me as a threat, a reminder of a union they wished had never happened.