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Chapter 617

CHAPTER 117 : WOLF OF THE MOON GODDESS

*Lena*

Mara had her legs crossed, her foot tapping with silent rhythm and she flipped through the spellbook. I was watching her with marked suspicion, my arms crossed over my chest, not even hiding the glare fixed on my face.

Clare was pacing back and forth behind the couch Mara was sitting on, and occasionally Clare looked over her shoulder, peering down at whatever page Mara was studying. Maeve was talking in a hushed voice to Grandma and my mom, who were standing in the corner of the cozy sitting room near the dining hall in the Castle Drogomor.

Night was falling. We’d arrived around midday, and I’d spent the rest of the day listening to the news beginning to trickle in from the west.

It was all bad news–terrible news. Grandma and Maeve had immediately gone to the hospital in Mirage to donate blood for the influx of wounded and dying shoulders we were being carted across the sea towards Valoria for care. The Valorian army, those reserves who had stayed behind, were already setting up a perimeter around the southern tip of the territory to protect the great, bustling cities within.

I donated only a few vials of blood in the infirmary at the castle. I was pregnant, after all. The act made me dizzy and lightheaded for the rest of the afternoon.

But then Grandma and Maeve came home with Mara in tow, and now it was time to figure out what the hell we were supposed to do with this stupid book.

My mom, Clare, and Mara had their powers of sight. My powers of sight only came to me in dreams, which wasn’t entirely helpful since I had little to no control over what I saw, and when. Apparently, we were supposed to use our combined powers to do… something.

“This is all in Prithen,” Mara mused to herself, flipping another page and dragging her finger down the text.

“Prithen? What the hell is Prithen?” Clare leaned over the back of the couch to look at the page Mara had stopped on.

“An ancient language, something from before the time of Morrighan and Lycaon from what we know. The Church of the Moon Goddess has a few scripts but that’s it, never a full… a full example of the alphabet those early people used. This is… priceless.”

“It doesn’t belong to the Church,” Maeve said firmly as she rounded the couch and came to sit beside me.

Mara gave her a side-eyed look as she flipped another page.

“Can you translate it?” Mom asked from the corner of the room.

Mara let out her breath and nodded, then shrugged. “Some. I think I knew enough to get the gist of what this book is about. It’s a fairytale.”

“It’s not a fairytale,” Maeve retorted. “It’s a book of spells.”

in particular is about a girl who is given the powers of a wolf so that she

what?” Maeve

happened, anyway. I already said

fairy tales?” I asked, my heart falling into my

powers of wolves,” Mom said absently, walking past the windows on the far side of

the hunt, in particular, for food, and for protection against enemies,” Mara added, pointing to a sketch on one

feet and snatched the book

“When I went into that circle of stones in Dianny, I thought it was you and me, Mom. I thought I was standing over you, both of us in our wolf forms. White wolves–Una and the rest of the women of Dianny interpreted that as you were dying, and I was ascending to the throne. But they were wrong!” She turned to me, her eyes widening. “I know what I’m supposed to do now. I know how we stop

the look in her

stop the vampires. I could see it in your

close the portal and prevent them from ever accessing our realm again,” Mom cut in before I could say anything, nodding her head toward Maeve. “I saw it. I had a

I said, turning to her, but her eyes were on

do so until she comes into her wolf powers,” Maeve said, turning

is going on?” I asked sharply. “What are

book,” Maeve said as she held it up to show me the picture of the two wolves.

***

Mom, Grandma, and Maeve argued about whether or not this was a good idea. People shifted all the time while they were pregnant. It

wolf powers, regardless of my young age, was

going, to get to Breles like we’d planned. I would be going with Maeve

a sinking feeling in my gut all day long, and that tethered thread binding me to Xander?

was falling, casting a pale purple

time,” I continued, pointing to the book. “Do it,

before turning her gaze back on Mom and Grandma. Everyone needed to help say the spell. All of them would need

again, I

catching my

voice, her

clapped her hands and cleared her throat, turning to Mara to fetch the book. Mara murmured something, pointing to a page. “So, I

to be you. At least,

ask why, but I did

Clare reached out to Mara, then my mom,

to hold hands when doing

stepped forward, a mere foot from