Chapter 3

The full moon night event had finally arrived, and excitement filled the air. As the moon rose high in the sky, its radiant glow cast a magical spell upon all the werewolves gathered in the clearing. The transformative power of the moon's rays was about to take hold, and we were ready to embrace our true nature.

One by one, my fellow pack members began to change into their wolf forms, their bodies morphing and reshaping until they stood proud and majestic as wolves. The symphony of their howls echoed through the night, a harmonious chorus that reached the heavens above. I watched with anticipation, knowing that soon it would be my turn.

As the moonlight bathed my body, I felt a surge of energy coursing through my veins. My skin tingled, and a wild thrill danced within me. With a rush of power, I transformed into my wolf form, my silver fur glistening under the moon's enchanting gaze. I joined the others, embracing the freedom and strength that came with being a wolf.

We waited patiently, our eyes fixed on the heavens, as we yearned for the Moon Goddess to bless us with her divine presence. Moments stretched into eternity, but then, as if in response to our collective desire, a gentle rain of dew began to fall from the sky. Each droplet carried the blessing of the Moon goddess, a tangible touch of her grace upon us all.

The dew settled upon our fur, infusing us with a sense of renewed purpose and vitality. We felt the essence of the Moon goddess flowing through our veins, connecting us to the ancient bond between wolves and the lunar deity. At that moment, we were one with the moon, its divine energy pulsating through every fiber of our being.

Joy erupted among the pack, and we rejoiced in our blessed state. We ran and played under the moonlit sky, our laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves and the whisper of the wind. The night was alive with the spirit of the pack, and our happiness knew no bounds.

As the night wore on, the moon began its descent, and the first signs of dawn peeked over the horizon. The time had come for us to relinquish our wolf forms and return to our human selves. With a mixture of reluctance and gratitude, we allowed the transformative magic to guide us back to our original state.

I made my way back to my home, a small cottage nestled deep within the woods. Exhaustion settled over me like a heavy blanket as the adrenaline of the night's events waned. Seeking solace and rest, I entered my abode and collapsed onto my bed.

I had barely closed my eyes when a gentle touch jolted me awake. Confusion washed over me as I realized I was supposed to be alone. My heart raced in my chest as I cautiously scanned the room. And then, there she was, sitting quietly in the corner—a vision of ethereal beauty.

The Moon Goddess is here??

Awe and reverence washed over me as I instinctively bowed before her, my heart filled with a mixture of honor and trepidation. What could have brought the Moon goddess to my humble dwelling? I dared not speak, for words seemed inadequate in the presence of such divine power.

The Moon goddess, her eyes radiant like the moon itself, smiled gently and began to speak. Her voice was like a melody hymn, carrying wisdom and grace with every word. She explained that she had come to bestow upon me a great gift—a second chance mate.

My breath caught in my throat, and my mind swirled with questions. A second chance mate? Such a thing is rare. It's even rare for an Omega to get a second chance mate. Was it possible that after losing my first mate?

I was perplexed and I didn't even know what to comment but the Moon goddess assured me that when I meet him, I will finally understand what she is talking about. She smiled at me and left, and I was left soaked in my thoughts. 

I then remembered the dream I had the other day about a second chance mate but I didn't see his face. 

I hope he shows up in my dream again and I can see him this time. I rested back on my bed and slept off as I was weak. Wolfing out is a bit stressful and makes you feel weak once you are back to your human form. 

When I woke up, I was feeling so hungry so I took one of the yams Papa Josh gave me the other day and decided to feed on that. I roasted part of the yam and consumed it until I was done. When I finished, I took some paints from my paint box and decided to try out some new designs as I had nothing to do.

I got some inspiration on things to draw and I tried them out one after the other until I was able to perfectly draw them. I continued this until it was evening and the sun was casting a golden red color. 

When I saw that it was dark outside already, I decided to step out for a while to enjoy the cool weather and see how beautiful nature is. 

I found a log that had seen better days, sat down, and took in the peaceful atmosphere. Around me, nature appeared to come to life, as if it were whispering quiet secrets. I closed my eyes and let the symphony of sounds—the babbling brook, the distant bird tweeting, and the rustling of the leaves—envelop my senses. My nose was filled with the scent of fresh flowers in blossoms and wet earth.

I opened my eyes after being completely immersed in this experience to see the complex ballet of life playing out in front of me. My attention was drawn to a little ant trail, a humming neighborhood that was collaborating with amazing precision. Realizing that even the smallest creatures have a sense of purpose, I was astounded by their commitment and tireless efforts.

I was still observing when I noticed a bright flash of color. Nearby, a bird was gracefully perched on a branch with bright plumage. My soul was deeply moved by its lyrical singing as it echoed through the air. I was captivated by the music's beauty.

My pulse was racing with excitement as I carefully rose from the log and moved toward the bird. With each stride, I got closer to this graceful and amazing creature. But just as I extended my hand to take advantage of the situation, it fluttered its wings and took flight, effortlessly gliding to another tree and out of my reach.

I chased after the bird with a newfound determination to not let it get away. I raced through the bushes, jumping over roots and avoiding thorny bushes. I sensed a change in the environment as the pursuit moved farther into the forest. As if I had stumbled across a secret place, the mood got more mysterious and the colors more brilliant.

I was so focused on my chase that I was unaware of how far I had traveled from my friendly surroundings. The trees appeared to be higher, and a canopy that covered the sky above was made by their branches dancing elegantly together.

The bird suddenly disappeared from view, leaving me speechless in the middle of a gorgeous field. The ground was covered with flowers of all colors, their petals gleaming with morning dew. It was an incredible sight, a tapestry of the artistry of nature. I couldn't take my eyes off them due to how stunning they were.

As I strolled around this place and breathed in the air's delicate scent, time seemed to stand still. Every bloom seemed to be carrying a message of love, tragedy, and resiliency. The hues blended like brushstrokes on a painting, producing feelings I had never felt before.

But a persistent sense of urgency gnawed at the edges of my mind. I concluded that I had gone too far from home and needed to return. I resisted the temptation of the blooms and turned back toward the way I had come.

But as I went back over my steps, I sensed a problem. The well-known landmarks were not to be found. I started to feel anxious, and it threatened to take over my thoughts. I whirled around anxiously looking for some sign, but there was none. I suppose I might be stuck here for a while.