The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

- Chapter 86 Avery's POV The Full Moon rose above Nightwolf for its first night. | heard a few excited howls as the younger pack members transformed and took off to the woods to enjoy their first-night revels. More mature wolves would enjoy tomorrow night, taking the opportunity to indulge their wolf forms and reaffirm pack hierarchies and relationships. The third night was traditionally the mating-moon, where those who were close to mating heat, or wanted to be, would take the opportunity to embrace their fertility and expand families, or just enjoy intimate moments with their mates.

And | would do... none of that. My wolf never manifested. | was just me. | knew she was in there somewhere, but for whatever reason, | had never transformed. So while they ran around under the full moon, feeling the late spring wind in their fur and howling their wild spirits into the sky, | would be marching into the woods with my books and my spell ---- components and trying to do my first ritual to the Moon Goddess. The books Sofia had given me were fascinating, but hard to follow. They were handwritten, often with notes scribbled into 'the margins.

There were star charts, and lists of correspondences. My eyes glazed over reading through the lists of herbs and crystals and incense scents to choose for specific outcomes. | even got bogged down in a chapter that went into the fascinating history of poppets. Did you know that poppets could be stuffed with straw or corn husks or fabric or teeth? It all depended on the outcome desired, the intent of the magic user. It was literally enchanting. But | didn't understand how all of this intersected with my magic. | was no sorceress. I'd never done anything intentionally in this way.

but | was interested in finding out why the Moon Goddess had touched my life in this way. So, | had picked a ritual that was just... joyful. |

a lighter, some herbs, and a few odds and ends and marched my happy ass out into the forest. | felt pretty vulnerable disrobing, but the ritual primer recommended doing so to show sincerity, connection, and to help the ritual feel more sacred. | wasn't sure why | cared, honestly. In these woods, the only other people who would be running

line, down a nice wooded slope. This area was gorgeous. | hadn't truly appreciated it until now, but the woods around here