The moon goddess nodded, her expression calm, her ancient eyes holding centuries of wisdom and sorrow.
"Yes, you and Voren have strong powers and strength but only the buff wolf has the ability to go into the underground fortress of the Lycans and come out alive. It’s just the way I made him. If things had gone as I planned, you and Ravyn would have either brought down the Lycans to their knees, made them slaves until they returned to me, or signed a peace treaty with them."
"So what are you saying now?" Voren asked, not liking this. His jaw tightened, his arms tightening around Seraphine. His voice was sharp, edged with barely contained fury. "That we can’t take down the Lycans now?"
"What I’m saying is." The moon goddess explained, her voice patient but firm, each word carrying the weight of divine judgment.
"Ravyn doesn’t have the ability to go into the Lycans territory without Seraphine as his mate. If he had consecrated his marriage with her, he would have seen the difference instantly. His powers would have awakened but he treated her as nothing."
This was where Ravyn broke down. The tears came without warning, hot and relentless, streaming down his face like rain on parched earth. His shoulders shook with silent sobs, his hands pressing against his chest as if he could somehow hold together the fragments of his shattered heart.
The agony carved lines into his face, twisted his features into something broken and raw. It was natural for the werewolf leaders to claim power and authority. He had it all but threw it away in a moment of lust with the wrong woman.
The weight of that choice crushed him now, buried him beneath the rubble of his own failures.
The moon goddess’s attention turned to Voren, her gaze sharp and knowing.
"You are your own specialty and unlike Ravyn who can easily blend in and make Alphas bend to him without violence, I made you to always stand out."
She paused, letting the words settle, letting them sink into the bones of everyone present.
"I gave Ravyn charisma, but I made you different. You are not made to pretend or bend, and your power does not rely on the love wolf. I only made her to calm your beast because he’s too wild, and I made hers weak, so that strengthening it would bring you close."
She paused, allowing the words to settle, allowing the weight of her revelation to press down on everyone present.
"Voren, your powers can awaken with or without the love wolf, and you don’t need the white wolf as much as the buff wolf. However, you chose the white wolf, who is already powerful and can stand and rule on her own but somehow, she knows how to submit, and that’s remarkable."
"Now, with the two of you together, power is centered in one pack. I’m just afraid that one day, if you both turn evil, then no one would be able to redeem the werewolf race."

"For what they use the white wolves for, I cannot tell you, but for Espe, it’s because she’s the only one of her kind. The white and buff wolf gives her a special power in her blood, and I’m not just talking about DNA. The Lycans already know this, so you have to protect her at all costs." The moon goddess said seriously.
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