I threw off the covers, my entire body still tensed from the dream. My skin was damp with sweat, but it wasn’t just the heat of the nightmare—it was the gnawing certainty in my gut.
Sothing was wrong. María José was in trouble. And it was my fault.
I shouldn’t have left her alone after confronting her father. Of course, what was I expecting? That he’d learn from his mistakes and turn a new leaf?
He most definitely wouldn’t. Dios mío, I was only trying to make life easier for her. Thanks to the Moon Goddess for showing I committed a foul.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood, rubbing a hand down my face. Hugo stirred in my head, buzzing with excitent at the prospect of seeing María José again.
What the fuck was his obsession with her anyway?
"You’re obsessed," he mused lazily.
Huh? Speak of the pot calling the kettle black. Obsessed with my little sister?
Maybe yeah... in the most platonic way possible.
"No, I’m obsessed with justice," I shot back, yanking a shirt over my head.
"Right. Justice slls like violets and warm honey and makes your heart race like a lovesick pup."
Was my heart racing?
Maybe yeah. However, it was from the vision the Moon Goddess had infused in my sleep—not from anything else.
For the Moon Goddess to particularly put this vision in my sleep, it must only an that María José was special to her.
It ant she was taking particular interest in the young lady and wanted to look out for her. It wasn’t every day that the Moon herself would look out for a wolf.
So... the question is; why deny her of a wolf if you think she is a special child?
"Your head is filled up with thoughts of María José day in and out." Hugo continued to hum in my head, disrupting my very logical thoughts.
"Shut up."
I shoved my feet into my boots, grabbed my jacket, and crept toward the door. The house was quiet at this hour, which made sneaking out easy—or at least, it should have been.
I moved like a shadow down the halls, slipping past the grand staircase and toward the exit. I had done this plenty of tis before, but tonight, my father’s aura in the house felt a lot more overwhelming, as if he could sense my disobedience in his sleep.
The mont I reached the gates, the guards sprung at alert.
"Beta Axel?" One of them straightened, eyes widening. "What are you doing out this late?"
Okay, what I was doing was against protocol as every pack mber was expected to retire to their respectful hos at ungodly hours.
That way, when atrocities were committed in the pack, we knew where to begin the investigation from – outsiders.
I squinted my eyes, exploiting the power bestowed on . "Are you questioning ?"
The man swallowed hard. "N-No, sir! Just—well, you don’t usually..."
"Exactly. Which ans if I’m out, it’s for a damn good reason." I crossed my arms. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"Of course not, Beta!" He and his partner scrambled to open the gate. "Forgive us, sir!"
"Don’t let it happen again." I strode past them, rolling my eyes.
The pack’s security was a joke. They barely even questioned further before letting through. If I were an assassin disguised as Axel, they’d be dead already.
I found my way through the woods, moving fast but silent. My wolf was aiding my senses as I reached Don Diego’s estate. The walls were high, but I had scaled worse.
With a running start, I launched myself upward, gripping the rough stone and pulling myself over with a grunt. I landed with a thud inside the courtyard, keeping low as I took in my surroundings.
The estate was quiet, except for the occasional shuffle of guards patrolling the grounds. I walked in the shadows, avoiding open areas and keeping my ears sharp for any movent.
A guard stood near the side entrance, half-asleep with his riffle resting in its sheath.
Sloppy. If this were my father’s house, he’d be dead for that.
I crouched behind a decorative stone fountain, inhaling deeply—searching for her. Her scent. It was not the type that could be duplicated, hence, palpable.
María José’s scent was faint but distinct—sweet, warm, and familiar. I tracked it through the villa, careful to avoid the few workers still awake. A kitchen servant shuffled toward the fountain, humming softly.
What the fuck was she doing so late at night?
I ducked behind a column, waiting for her to pass. Finally, a male worker joined her and they jumped in each other’s arms, kissing right after.
Ugh.
I could throw up.
I muttered every curse in existence while waiting and further invented so curses of my own until they passed.
Just as I reached the main corridor, I heard footsteps. I pressed myself against the wall, my heart pounding. Fuck it. Soone was coming.
Suddenly, "Axel," Hugo whispered between chuckles. "Look at that."
I peeked around the corner and froze.
Camila. Oh, no, no, no.
The girl drifted through the hallway, arms outstretched slightly, eyes wide open but glassy. She walked eerily and chanically which could make anyone mistake her for soone possessed.
I clenched my fists, suddenly regretting not possessing so magical invisibility power like so other supernatural creatures.
Like witches.
Had I been caught? Had she sensed ? She was a wolf, she must have sensed .
Then she spilled out the least of the things I was expecting.
"I am the Moon Goddess," she rumbled. "Bow before , mortals."
I blinked.
What. The. Hell.
How the fuck was she the Moon Goddess or was María José’s bitchy sister going insane?!
Hold up, since this was a mission bestowed upon by the Goddess herself, could it be that Camilla had indeed been possessed by the Moon herself?
Huh?
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