Second Chance Luna (Phoebe and Jason) novel Chapter 110

Phoebe stirred as a soft breeze tickled her nose. It gently rustled the long grass and heather surrounding her. The air smelled fresh and pure like after a long, cleansing rain. She could lay there forever.

Wait.

Where was she?

Something didn’t feel right.

She was supposed to be somewhere.

There was something important she had to do.

She was just with someone, someone important.

Jason…the pups!

Her eyes snapped open as she jolted upright.

She wasn’t at the pack hospital anymore. In fact, she wasn’t sure where she was. Standing up, she looked around her. She stood in a field of rolling wild grasses and flowers waving in the breeze. In the far distance was a forest. There were no signs, no landmarks. She could be anywhere except there were no sounds, no birdsongs, no animal calls. It was like everything was asleep, frozen or…dead.

A shudder tore through her as fear seized her.

“Do not be afraid,” a gentle, low voice intoned.

Spinning around Phoebe found herself facing a woman dressed in a flowing robe embroidered with symbols she didn’t recognize in shimmering, silver thread. She had a thick mane of flowing black hair and a dark, olive-toned complexion. Her eyes, though, are what caught Phoebe’s attention: silver-gray.

“Who-”

“Am I?” the woman asked with gentle smile. “I can tell you, but you already know.”

“The Moon Goddess.”

“That is one of my many names, yes. You may call me Cynthia.”

“Why am I here?”

“You already know the answer to that question too.”

“…but why? Why now? After everything…why?” Phoebe demanded tears welling in her eyes and blurring her vision.

“When my children lose their way and need direction I choose a soul and bind a piece of my own to theirs. This is the one chosen to guide them.”

“The silver wolf,” Phoebe muttered in understanding.

“My messenger. My incarnate. The guide chosen to lead my wayward children,” the Goddess nodded. “But the powers of a goddess cannot remain on Earth. It would throw off the balance of the world and destroy the fabric of reality. It must return to its source when its purpose is fulfilled.”

“…and that is why…this is the reason why silver wolves only give birth once, isn’t it? They never…and having twins? Is that part of it too?”

“The blessings bestowed upon you are too great to be passed to a single heir or else they would become my incarnate and the cycle would start again. That is why the blessings must be halved to allow them to grow and live normal lives.” Phoebe hugged herself, fighting back tears. So there was the answer to her questions, ‘Máni, did you know?’

…I felt something,’ her wolf quietly admitted. ‘I didn’t know exactly what it was, but it felt…bad.’

‘And that’s why you’ve been moody.’

…sorry.’

Phoebe shook her head as she shuddered. She couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. It was unfair. This was her fate? She would never be able to hold her pups? She would never see Jason again? Her duty was done and this was her reward? This loneliness? This emptiness?

Who would explain this to Jason? To their pups? Who would hold them when they were afraid? Tell them how much their mother loved them? Missed them? Wanted to be there for them? How could this be the end?

“PHOEBE!”

“Jason?” Phoebe suddenly jerked to attention.

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