Tristan could not help but pace back and forth like a madman. Seconds after his mate disappeared with the monster, Veronica snapped them all inside the building where they were previously imprisoned. She said it was to recoup and talk about what to do next.But Tristan had only one thing on his mind. "You can't expect me to just sit here while my mate is trapped somewhere with that monster," he said. He could not help the growing concern in his gut. He had wanted to hold Francesca when she first appeared in front of him. But he sensed distance between them. It might be because of her transformation into Selene, or it might be something else. But Tristan wanted to clear it as much as possible. Not to mention that wherever Francesca was, Stefano was with her. And that scared Tristan more than anything. "She's not trapped. Selene can easily get them out of there. The moon must have some business with the Stefano. Francesca will be fine." Veronica saidFinally unable to hold himself back
"Stefano, I know you're in there." Francesca ducked, Stefano's claw narrowly missing her head by an inch, "Please speak to me." "Keep going." Selene urged her. "Stefano, please listen to me. I know this is not what you want. This world did not treat you well, so you had to make do with what you have in order to find happiness again." Francesca tried again, "Think about the good in you, Stefano, please. And find it in your heart to cherish it again. Think about Emilia." It worked. Stefano paused at the mention of his mate's name. He looked around him, disoriented. Then, he seemed like he had just realized where they were. In the library, back when he was a young Alpha, back when Emilia was still alive. "That's her name, isn't it? Emilia." Francesca continued, "The moon goddess, she...she told me everything. About you. How you came to her with a wish, how you met your mate and how she...died." At the word 'died', Stefano's anger renewed. He tried to destroy the table behind him. Bu
It was three days after the war that Stefano started, and Francesca felt like everything yet nothing has changed. The Alphas, upon knowing what their origins were, have been humbled at the fact that they assisted a monster. But they were still distrustful of Tristan, who was still a half-breed in their eyes. Francesca guessed it didn't matter that becoming human was the ultimate goal that Stefano and his kind had originally intended to do. In the eyes of Kaya and the others, humans were worse than demons. As for Francesca and Tristan's relationship...well, it could be better. "Have you told him yet?" Veronica interrupted Francesca's thoughts. They were sitting in a coffee shop near Tristan's place, Veronica having waited for Francesca to get off work so they could talk. Lynn was immediately against Francesca meeting Veronica. The demon did turn Francesca into the moon without warning. But Francesca needed answers and she knew she could only get them from Veronica. It didn't mean she
"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
Francesca didn't exactly like that she was going somewhere as far as the moon, but she could easily get used to traveling. Its warm cocoon, the push and pull that you feel as you lift off from one place to another was strangely comforting. "You're a fast learner," Veronica commented as soon as they arrived. Francesca barely heard her, she was staring at the pure white sand on her feet and the complete blackness of the sky around her. The moon. She was on the moon. "Welcome." Selene's voice rose, back in the forefront of Francesca's mind again, "Thank you for doing this, Francesca." "It's not like I have a choice," Francesca said out loud. Veronica frowned at her in question, but she didn't say anything. "Cheska?" a familiar voice came from behind Francesca and she turned around. Her Dad. Her Dad was standing just inches away from her, looking the exact same way that he did when he passed. At least, when Francesca believed he passed. Behind him were a bunch of people she did not k
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
Her dreams are becoming more regular. It was the same scene as the little girl and the baby playing by the creek. But this time, a little boy that looked just like Tristan had joined them. Francesca did not know what it meant, and Selene chose to be mysterious about it. So, even though the pretty picture filled her with hope as it did before, she couldn't help but feel uneasy about it now. She originally thought it was a vision of her future with Tristan. Vision of the children that they would soon share, but considering how things were, she doubted it now. What if this was a sign that something else, something horrible was happening? It seemed more likely. It had been almost six months since she'd been on the moon. And every day, her people were fighting a futile battle against Luna. "Calm yourself. You mustn't show your distress in front of your people," Selene whispered in Francesca's head. "They're ready for you," Penelope peered through the door, nodding at Francesca. The latte
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
The pain was excruciating. Francesca felt her confidence waver. In front of her, the moon was about to mee the sun. And she wondered as hot tears ran down her face, if she would see it happen in her current state. She felt like dying. But Tristan, with their mind link, reminded her to keep looking in his eyes. He held her gaze, giving her all the strength she needed. "This is the last of the mark, Francesca. Please bear with it," the gamma who had been marking her whispered. The tip of the rod touched her skin once again and Francesca screamed. "I'm here. Keep looking at me. You can do this." Tristan said in her head. A long pause ensued as Francesca dipped her head low, completely spent from the ritual. "Qin ai de," Tristan murmured, his palm against her face. His voice shook in fear. "You're okay. You're okay, right?" Francesca willed herself to speak, or even to just lift her head to tell him that she was alright. But her face felt like lead. "Hello, Francesca." Two fami
"I can't believe you kept me in the dark for so long," Francesca told Alberto. They were in the great hall of Luna's fortress, now Selene's again, looking at the trapped essences of the Roman goddesses in front of them. On that battlefield, once Helios became her and Selene, everything went smoothly. It didn't take much for her to overpower the Roman goddesses and harmlessly extract them from their vessels. But despite their victory, Francesca still had this weight in her heart. Considering what she just learned, no one could blame her. "I have nothing else to say except that I did it to protect you," Alberto replied. Francesca could only nod. She could tell any conversation with her father would just be for nothing. She knew why he did it and he would stand by it. Alberto cleared his throat awkwardly, "Do you really need to go?" "I want to be with him and he can't stay here. The moon would sap his energy." Francesca said. "And the earth would do the same to you." Alberto frowne
Tristan dragged himself to Francesca and barely caught her from slumping onto the ground. His vision heated up in his panic. Briskly, he felt for her pulse. It was faint. His wolf howled in pain, and so did Tristan as vine-like cords grew on their mate, ruining her perfect skin. "Qin ai de, no. Wake up, please." Tristan whispered. Francesca was deathly pale, and it was breaking his heart. "Don't do this to me." "Selene, get ahold of yourself." Hecate suddenly appeared beside him. She touched Francesca's skin, just above where the glow was. Tristan, in his devastated state, faintly realized that there was also a white glow around Francesca. "It's Selene. She's being forced to leave Francesca's body. She's holding on, trying to save Francesca's dying body." Hecate whispered. "What did I tell you, sister? The battle is here, on the moon." Olga crooned. She stood a few steps away from them, her sisters beside her. All around them, people have completely stopped pummeling each other,
The man sighed, "I guess I deserved that cold greeting." He inclined his head, as if seeing something in front of him other than Francesca, "Hello, sister." "Helios. It's nice to see you." Selene greeted, confirming what Francesca already suspected. Her sister getting burned like that, after telling Francesca that she was the sun. Mariana was the vessel for Helios, the god of the sun, and Selene's brother. "Where is this? Where did you take me?" Francesca couldn't care less about the sibling's reunion. She needed to know what he had in mind for suddenly showing up. "You're on the sun." Francesca whipped her head up at his height. But the shock was only temporary. In the past, Francesca would have panicked more at the thought of being on the sun, but she was too numb to feel anything at the moment. These gods and the games that they play, causing mortal casualties here and there. Helios needed to pay for what he did to her sister. "It was an accident, Francesca. Please, let him ex
Francesca and her older sister Mariana were playing tag outside their old house back in the Philippines. Their little feet dangerously skittering on the wet ground. The rain had just stopped and the air had that smell that Francesca loved. "Cheska, come on! Faster!" Mariana shouted back at Francesca, "Count of ten and if you can't catch me by then, I won't tell you my secret." "Okay, okay, I'm coming!" Francesca yelled, giggling. "One, two, three, four, five.." her sister taunted and Francesac sped up. "Caught you!"Francesca excitedly announced as soon as she caught up with her sister, hugging her arms. Mariana shrieked. "Girls! Careful or you might fall into the water." their Mom shouted from the direction of their house. "Yes, Mama!" They said unison, giggling. Their Mom had such a loud voice. "So..what is it? What's the secret? Come on, I caught you." Francesca asked. "Okay, here goes." Mariana smiled, then she whispered, "Do you know? We are from the moon. You don't remem
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
Luna's forces now consisted mostly of Diana and Hecate's people. She could recognize them from the gaunt, haunted look of the people from the underworld, and the A****n-like hunter's garbs of the women of Diana. They stood a meter away from the Greek goddesses' forces, in a standstill before an impending fight. "Luna. I see you've made your sisters pick up the mess you've created again." Francesca said, speaking as Selene. "You." Olga spat out. She stepped forward to Francesca, but Tristan, his claws out, shielded his mate. Olga paused, staring at Tristan. Francesca smirked, she knew exactly why Olga hesitated. Tristan was different. Free from her hold. "What did you do to him?" Olga growled. "Nothing. He was just reminded that he belongs with me," Francesca said. Olga fumed but didn't say anything. Francesca knew that Olga and Luna didn't really need Tristan anymore. Their plan of trapping Selene by using the human half of Tristan's soul had failed. So, it was a matter of prid
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
Francesca almost fell on her seat. Selene. She was back. She grasped her chest in happiness. "Hello, Francesca." Selene said, "I see you left some space for me to easily find you. Thank you."Of course." Francesca replied, "But you had us so worried. What took you so long?" "Just found it hard to say goodbye for a while." the goddess answered. Just then, a delayed reaction of the goddess coming back inside her hit Francesca and she almost lost her baalnce again. “Francesca, are you okay?” Stefano caught her arm. Seeing who was holding her, Francesca pulled it back instinctively and Stefano awkwardly let go.Tristan frowned, "Qin ai de, you're tearing up. What's wrong?" he asked, replacing Stefano's hand on her arm. Francesca looked around as everyone stared at her worriedly and noticed it was true. The blur must've been from the tears that were starting to gather in her eyes. They were tears of happiness, though. “I’m alright. It’s just…” Francesca said. She couldn’t help but smi