So, here’s the thing: while Remus was basically your personality twin, his sister was your total opposite. Lacy was thoughtful, sweet, and so painfully shy. No one would have guessed she was the Blood Moon child—not with how gentle she seed.
anwhile, Remus was out there challenging anything with a pulse. Trees, rocks, squirrels—if it moved, he had beef with it.
Lacy, on the other hand, stayed in the background, dropping nuggets of wisdom whenever her brother inevitably needed them. And trust , he needed them a lot.
She was the only person he ever listened to, which—let’s be real—was probably more of a miracle than the Blood Moon thing.
Remus, as you might guess, was all reckless courage, fiery temper, and endless confidence. Sound familiar? Lacy was strong too, but since she skipped most of the training, no one, including her, had a clue just how strong.
Then an enemy Alpha attacked their lair, and surprise! Lacy went full Blood Moon berserker and unleashed her hidden power. Naturally, that’s when everyone realized she was a Blood Moon child.
And let tell you, it didn’t end well.
Yeah, it was bad. Really bad. Like, epic disaster levels of bad.
The Fallen One shrugged—not that Riona could see it, but the dramatic pause was there anyway. Conveniently, he skipped over the tiny detail that half of the so-called epic disaster was entirely his fault. Oops? Probably on purpose.
He let the silence stretch as if to hamr ho the weight of what he was about to say, then continued.
Lacy, the once invisible wallflower, was suddenly promoted to the mighty Lacy. Imagine it: a girl who loved nothing more than being left alone suddenly sward with attention from literally everyone. Naturally, she was overwheld. Who wouldn’t be?
And, of course, her charmingly reckless brother Remus wasn’t much help. He was off doing his usual things—challenging random Alphas for fun, hunting, claiming more territory, or just generally being a pain sowhere else.
That left Lacy alone to deal with the chaos.
The poor girl had no idea how to handle it. She’d hesitate, trying to find the words to turn people away, but by the ti she managed a single ’no,’ her room would already be packed with curious werewolves. Honestly, it was painful to watch.
That’s when I stepped in.
Okay, fine, that’s not entirely true. It wasn’t purely out of pity. If I’m being honest, I was like everyone else—curious. Curious about her power, about the fact that she was the Blood Moon child.
She fascinated just as much as she did the others.
So I started talking to her, pretending it was all casual. Before I knew it, I beca her sounding board. Her escape. The one place she could vent about her chaotic new life.
As if things weren’t ssy enough, Lacy had to go and fall in love. And let tell you, it wasn’t the good kind of love—the kind that makes your heart race in the best way, like yours did. No, hers was nothing like your sweet, mutual, fairy-tale romance.
Lacy’s love story started with heartbreak and ended with tragedy.
By then, she was past her teenage years. Everything changes once you hit that phase—including the way you see people. Soone who was just ’the boy next door’ yesterday suddenly looks like Prince Charming today.
Except in Lacy’s case, he wasn’t a prince. Not even close. He was a rake. And not the charming, redeemable kind. No, this guy had a bad attitude, and I an bad.
His na is Callum. I’ll never forget it. In fact, ever since then, I’ve had an irrational grudge against anyone nad Callum. Prejudice? Can’t deny it.
But honestly, if you’d t him, you’d understand. He was the absolute worst. The kind of guy who leaves a permanent bad taste in your mouth, no matter how much you try to wash it away.
With all the Blood Moon buzz going on, everyone started to like Lacy, right? Well, this scumbag—sorry, I an Callum—ca to like her too.
Or at least, he made it look that way. He took her out on walks, invited her to sit by him, chatted with her during dinner—classic ’nice guy’ moves.
And honestly, I can’t bla Lacy for falling for it. He acted like he was into her, like he wanted her. But when she finally worked up the courage to lean in for their first kiss, what did that mangy furball do? He shoved her away.
Not just that! He also had a disgusted look on his freaking ugly face! As if Lacy were so kind of leech. My good Lacy was pretty. She was just awkward because she was shy.
Oh, and not just that! He had the audacity to look disgusted. As if Lacy were sothing revolting instead of, you know, the kind, beautiful girl she was. Sure, she was awkward and shy, but co on, she didn’t deserve that.
Lacy was heartbroken—no, worse, she was devastated. She locked herself in her room, drowning in sadness and bitterness.
She wouldn’t even talk to . Trust , I tried. Over and over, I knocked, pleaded, and tried to console her, but she just shut out completely.
Eventually, she began to heal. Slowly but surely, Lacy reached out to again. She swore she’d never fall in love again—not after that disaster. She went out of her way to avoid Callum, determined to keep her peace.
But, of course, that worthless, flea-ridden werewolf just had to show up again, uninvited and as infuriating as ever.
He started treating her the sa way he had before, acting all friendly and charming. But this ti, Lacy wasn’t falling for it. She’d learned her lesson. She kept things strictly polite, setting clear boundaries on how far she’d let him go.
You’d think that would be the end of it, right? Things should’ve gotten better. Oh, how I wish they had.
Callum, though...
The Fallen One’s voice wavered. He paused, taking in a deep breath, then slowly letting it out, trying to steady himself as his emotions swirled.
One night, during a bonfire party, Callum got drunk. Too drunk. And he tried to force himself on her. Lacy didn’t scream for help—not because she couldn’t, but because she felt so humiliated, so ashad, that she froze in the mont.
But Lacy was strong. Stronger than she knew. She fought him off, shoving him away. When others ca running—drawn by his screams, no less—Callum had the gall to turn it all around. He pointed a finger at her, claiming she had forced herself on him.
The sheer audacity. The rage I still feel thinking about it? Unbelievable.
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"Excuse , what?! Where is this bastard?!" Riona snapped, her voice trembling with fury. "I’ll give him a taste of my level three! I haven’t developed it yet, but trust , I will—just so I can personally show him what it’s like to go to hell, crawl back, and then get beaten down all over again!"
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