Page 125 of His Sunshine Baby

“The more I know, the better.”

I nod and take out my sun necklace, to show it to her. I start explaining to her how I got to the White Moon clan, my adoption, and everything Reagan told me so far.

“Lately, she told me something else. She said her and I were born in an old pack, one far in the north. According to her, it was so big it had over a thousand members, and there was a Luna Queen. From what Reagan said, she must have been damn powerful because she didn’t have a mate and still ruled. But Reagan told me our pack had been killed, and she had brought me here while trying to find the other half of the pack, a group that had parted with their clan decades before. She said she didn’t know what had attacked our previous pack.”

Sylviana listened to my story in silence, not acting surprised or anything. I hesitate a bit, and resume talking, Danny’s hand on my knee to encourage me.

“Reagan said my parents were dead, and she is very unwilling to talk about that former pack, or why I’m stronger, different from other wolves. But…”

“You do not believe her,” said Sylviana.

I nod.

“I just know when she lies or hides things. She’s bad at lying but good at keeping secrets. And recently, there was this girl.”

“You met Nora Bluemoon.”

I look up at Sylviana, shocked. How the hell does she know Nora? Did she see something about her somehow? It’s so intriguing to talk to her, I can’t tell what she thinks or how much she knows!

She smiles gently.

“I’ve had my eyes on Nora for a while. She’s the King’s fated mate after all. And she’s somewhat special.”

“I’ve seen her wolf, too. She’s white like snow, and her eyes are…”

Sylviana nods enigmatically, but she doesn’t answer me, and grabs her cup of lemon tea to drink a bit. I sigh and understand there are some things I should focus on first, starting with my theories.

“Her last name is Bluemoon, and when I met her, I felt we were connected, like wolves of a same pack or family.”

“You want to know if Nora is part of a Blue Moon clan you would have belonged to as well.”

I slowly nod.

“Reagan said everyone but her and I had died. If Nora is really one of my kin, and alive, maybe…” I say, with hope.

But Sylviana shakes her head.

“I’m sorry, Elena. But your family, your parents really are dead, like Reagan said.”

I feel my heart drop, like something very, very heavy just crushed it. It’s hard to hear. I knew it was only a faint hope, but... I gulp down and try to repress a tear.

“How do you know?” I ask.

“I know.”

I frown. So, she’s just going to answer by enigmas, too? But to my surprise, Sylviana sighs and puts her cup down.

“Witches, werewolves, and vampires are children of the Moon Goddess. We are all different but connected. So, when a Luna as powerful as Queen Diane emerged and passed, there was no way I wasn’t aware as well. Every witch around felt it.”

I almost choke. Queen Diane? I’ve never heard of that name!

“Was that the Luna?”

“She was the Luna of that former pack, that’s right. The Blue Moon pack had a Luna so powerful, she was filled with the Moon Goddess’ power, and was a Royal werewolf so pure, like no one had seen for years.”

“Wow, wait a second, Syl,” said Daniel. “A Royal? We’re talking about the real thing, a Royal werewolf? Like the legends?”

Daniel is right, this is insane! The Royal werewolves are no more! Long ago, the purest, strongest of our species were called the Royals, because they were like royalty to us: so strong, so wise, and pure-blooded they radiated with Alpha Auras.

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