Page 43 of Full Moon
Instantly, I relax, going limp in Diaval's arms.
In my mind, I hear the tones of our respective shifts, as if they are in deep conversation. The sensation is both strange and comforting. As quickly as it started, it ends, and I feel the gentle caress of scales against my wolf before they vanish.
"Open your eyes, my eternal. See if you can read your father's words." There's a smile in his voice, and when I open my eyes, the same smile is on his lips. What felt like seconds to me was, in fact, an hour if the clock on the wall is accurate.
I turn my gaze from the clock and look at the wall.
What appeared as just glyphs now transform into words as my wolf whispers them to me. A gasp escapes my lips as I stare at the message left behind for me and my mates. Each word tugs at my heartstrings, a painful reminder that my parents knew they might not live long enough to see me grow up.
My lips move in time with my reading. I tilt my head at a particularly puzzling glyph and look at Diaval. "What's this one mean?" I get up from his lap to point at it.
Diaval furrows his brow. "I'm not sure. I skipped over it, thinking it was an error."
"It's a warding glyph," Easton explains, joining us. "If a magic user were to find the writing and try to use magic to read it, the wall would catch on fire."
"That makes sense." A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of such a trap. "So, who's up for finding the other two hiding places since we already found the basement?" I look back at my mates.
They smile at me. "Lead the way, little wolf," Torben says with a bow, his playful gesture lightening the heavy atmosphere.
If it wasn't for him, I don't know where I would be right now. I pull my phone out, my fingers trembling slightly as I snap several pictures of the hiding places. There's one more spot in the house and another out in the wood shop out back. Drawing in a deep breath, I stare at the pictures. Each image feels like a piece of a puzzle I've been missing my entire life.
Slowly, I head back toward the staircase in the main hallway. Glancing down at the picture on my cellphone, I feel a chill run up my spine. Under this staircase is yet another trove of my father's research. The more we find, the more I question everything I believed to be true. All those years I didn't fit in, hated my life, and felt like an outsider—all of it led up to this moment.
My breath catches as I realize the magnitude of the truth.
I am a Luna, the last of an ancient race.
I was never meant to fit in.
I was born to lead.
The weight of this revelation crashes over me, filling me with a sense of purpose and newfound strength.
This is my destiny.
And for the first time, I embrace it fully.
