All Chapters of Twin Moon: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Whiskey.I searched the village before it got too dark. It was only a small one. I'd say home to maybe less than sixty. Well, was home to them, not anymore. I did manage to find the pack library after a bit of ransacking. It was quite small, but the books and scrolls were very old, the oldest one dating back six hundred years. It was a journal kept by an Alpha at the time. He had decent handwriting, though my old Russian was a little rusty, so a lot of the text was a mystery to me. The yellowing pages were filled with pictures and diagrams and detailed notes. One word stood out among the rest. Boginya. Goddess. I read through the journal a bit more, until I was fully satisfied. This pack have definitely had contact with the Moon Goddess, or at least one of her descendants. I slipped the journal into my bag to go through more thoroughly another time.

Whiskey.I have been moulded into the perfect weapon, able to kill and destroy anyone that I come face to face with. And this human thought he could take me out with a mere bullet. So naive and clueless. His mouth dropped open as he realised that he missed me both times, then he proceeded to empty his magazine. Firing shot after shot until he had nothing left. My body moved and glided through the air, dodging the bullets effortlessly. As I straightened my posture and glared over at him, he dropped the gun and raised his hands in surrender. A laugh burst forward before I could stop it. 

Zelena. “Besides, I don’t know if I want to live up to it. I don’t know if I want it at all” Smith said softly after a brief pause. I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back to me so that he was looking at me. “We haven’t talked much since that day. Since Cole...” I paused and swallowed, “Since Cole died” I forced out. “We’ve both been a bit preoccupied” Smith tried to shrug it off, “That’s no excuse. You're my best friend Smith, you were my first friend. I'm sorry I haven’t been there for you. I should have tried harder” “Don’t beat yourself up princess, I haven’t really made much effort either” he replied and took my hands. “You found your Mum, Zee. That's kind of huge” “I did, and it is. And you lost your best friend" I answered. I knew he was trying to avoid talking about it. About Cole. But I'm no fool. Smith pulled his hands away from mine and snarled, “Don’t call him that” he hissed, “Why not? He

Zelena. Tobias helped to calm my nerves. His words offered a small sliver of hope, but it was enough to lift my spirits. We headed back downstairs to get more food, before I went in search of Nat. Our little talk is way overdue. After a half attempt at checking the usual spots, the movie room, kitchen, library, with no luck in any of them, we headed out to the village to see if she was with Smith. It was mid-afternoon but the village was unusually quiet. I walked past the cabins and around the communal areas. A few pack members were out and about keeping themselves busy, but the atmosphere just felt unusually still. Each person I passed offered a warm smile and would either nod or wave or even bow. Yeh, some of them were still bowing, and I am still not comfortable with it. We got to the edge of the clearing where most of the visiting packs had been staying when the Alpha ceremony happened. But they were all long gone now, back to their own realiti

Whiskey. I was awake before the sun, and had already ransacked through the rest of the huts still standing. I found a few interesting items, some jewellery, silverware, nothing worth taking with me though. I decided to go back and search the Alpha’s house more thoroughly. The study or office space proved to be worth wild. I found another journal on a bookshelf in there. This one only dated back three generations, the first entry being date marked as 12th October 1935. He wrote about his desire to have the chosen daughter come back to them. Which confirmed my original theory, this pack have had firsthand contact with the Moon Goddess. I’m getting closer. I took this journal, and the other older one I found yesterday, and went to get comfortable on an armchair that I hadn’t destroyed yet. I opened the newer book first. I know all too well that I am going to have a difficult time trying to decipher the old text in the other journal. Best to leave it for last. After read