FREE *Blood Moon Cursed; Book 1

Legends ring with truth.

The next day, I arrived at work early as usual, when Mr Walsh stepped out of his car, a look of relief crossed his face and instead of unlocking the door and shuffled to me sweeping me up in a hug.

“Oh Ivy! I stressed all night that, you wouldn’t come back.” Said Mr Walsh.

“I told you I was coming back today.” I replied, feeling the life being squeezed out of me, despite his grumblings, he was a hugger.

“I know but love is love, and you can change you mind at anytime and chase it.” He said, releasing me, I nod, not ready to tell him about my visitor in the dreamscape.

The day passes quickly,  I’ve almost got all the books sorted from the second section, tomorrow I’ll start arranging them on the shelf.

I stand, stretching the kinks from my back, heading for the counter.

Mr Walsh is waiting with my coat and handbag over his arm, and a book in his hand.

“I’ve read this book a hundred times, but after reading something in it last night, I think you should have a read, you might find something interesting I suspect.”

I put on my coat, chucking my handbag strap over my shoulder, I take the book.

Its very old a deep blue with gold accents, 2 wolves mirror the cover, the title reads “Foretold tales and bloodlines.” No author below.

I flip to a random page it reads “and at the darkening of the forest they will part for now.” Thinking of the night before her dreamscape, something shivers down my spine.

“Thank you Mr Walsh.” I smile, I’ll tell him about Conrad tomorrow.

“No worries, see you in the morning.” He replies with a knowing smile.

After stopping at the super market and getting some junk food, I headed back to the motel.

The owner Max came out for a chat as I passed the office, telling me he had his first booking in 3 weeks, other then me, for Friday and Saturday night, 3 rooms! I smiled at his enthusiasm, it had been a tough summer then, I thought to myself.

After about 10 minutes of chatting, I told him if he needed someone to clean the rooms, I could use the extra cash and Max being at least closer to 80 then 70, had been struggling with the job, but couldn’t afford a worker. 

After negotiating a free week of board instead of money, he agreed we shook hands smiling and he headed back inside.

Getting back to the room, I decided I’d just played into Max’s hands, cheeky old man planned it from the moment he’d accepted the bookings, that’d I'd offer.

Shaking my head I put my bag and book on the table, taking my shopping to the bench, putting most away in the fridge, the rest I used to make some needed nachos.

After I’d finished eating I placed the plate on the bench, stripping and heading for a shower, some of the dust I was covered in was at least 20-30 years old and it was sandy as.

I turned the shower head on, standing in the bath, it was nice having the 2 options, I scrubbed myself washing my hair thoroughly, I looked at my legs they were horrific?! How long since I’d shaved them, hesitantly I lifted my arm, ok Ewww.

I reach from behind the curtain grabbing my razor from my toiletries bag, that s**t needed to go.

Once I was done, my legs were feeling a lot smoother.

I had left my hair out to dry, heading for my bed, when I saw the book Mr Walsh had given me, I decided to have a flick through.

I sat down, opening to the first chapter it was like a book of fairy tails.

‘Once their was a man more beautiful then any before him, his eyes and hair black as the night around him, his name was Corbain.

It was only when he looked upon the moon each night, that his eyes so dark reflected instead luminous silver glory that was the moonlight.

Unbeknown to the man, each night he did this, a fellow werewolf, his brother looked on, he was not as handsome but very cunning and each night; the watching wolf noted that his brother’s eyes became lighter.

The silver seemed to be absorbed by the black eyes of his brother, each night they glowed more luminous, the moons silvery light swirled within them.

Finally one morning after months of following his brother, the watcher Broc, went to find Corbain, he searched the whole pack when he noticed a gathering around his brothers house.

There stood his handsome older brother, his eyes no longer black as his but silver.

Everyone stood listening intently as he spoke of the moons beauty, how he had loved looking upon it so much, the moons keeper; the moon goddess had come down to him in the night from the stars, she had gifted him his silver eyes for his devotion.

He said how beautiful she had been, and embodiment of the night sky as well as of the moon, her eyes were a beautiful dark blue with golden centres and specks throughout them, like looking into the stars.

As Broc listened he grew more and more jealous of his older brother.

The women in the pack had already been in love with him for his good looks, kind nature and strength in battle.

Now with his glowing silver eyes a gift from a real goddess, he would be not only the Alpha but worshipped as an idol of the pack.

This revelation sent fire coursing through he body, he was sick of being second best to his brother and soon he would change that.

He walked to a clearing he had found months ago, at the center of the clearing was a massive pool of water, he sat bedside the pool on the ground, gazing into the water at the reflection of the moon night after night.

Finally one night he looked into the water, when he looked at his own reflection, beside stood a woman in a translucent shimmering white dress, flowing white hair to her waist.

Broc turned to look beside him, there she stood looking down to meet his gaze, where he sat on the ground.

Broc stood bowing deeply to the goddess, she smiled, when he reach for her hand kissing it lightly, looking into her blue and gold eyes, indeed as beautiful and depthless as the skys above them.

“Hello Goddess, I have seen the gift you bestowed upon my elder brother for his devotion of the moon.” Broc addressed.

“I do not wait for you, to ask for such a gift but something of a different nature.”

The goddess stood wordless, listening intently.

“Though my brothers devotion is to the moon, mine is to you, in hearing his description of you my heart leapt, something inside awakened, and I felt I had to find you and see for myself your beauty.”

Broc flattery seemed to be working.

The goddess smiled her eyes alight with humour.

“What do you ask of me?” The goddess replied.

Broc’s heart thudded, her voice was the most angelic sound he’d ever heard.

“I only ask to sit and talk with you a while, I am even more starstruck by your beauty in person, and just wish to spend some time with you.” Broc continued.

The goddess, seemed to weigh his words with caution, then she lowered herself onto the grass.

Night after night, Broc went to the pool staring into its surface until the goddess appeared, they would sit for hour talking until she had to go, just before the sunrise.

One night on the 1st night of the Luna cycle, they sat speaking, the goddess paused staring into Broc’s eyes, they leaned in they kissed slowly then passionately, the made love beside the pool, Broc had never made love before so was slow and caring, the feeling on c****x inside her was wonderous, her skin was soft as silk, she moaned beneath him, he craved more of her touch but when dawn came she left again.

Broc returned to the village, the feeling of the wonderful night with the goddess still on his mind, he went and spent the morning with his brother, they talked about his gift and about the things happening in the village.

Broc never mention his relationship with the Goddess, leaving again he went home, spending the afternoon making some food to take with him for another trip.

When he returned to the pool that night. He waited for the goddess, but she did not appear.

She did not appear the next night or the next, for one full Luna cycle, Broc waited coming back night after night, hunting during the day only to sit by the pool at night.

Finally at 1st day of the new Luna cycle, Broc sat staring intently into the pool when she appeared, he turned to her she was frowning holding a bundle in her arms.

“Hello Goddess, How I missed you, I waited and waited, where have you been?” Broc asked, moving to pull her into his arms.

She stepped away.

“I know of you true feelings Broc.” She replied coldly.

“I know you wished to bed me only to be superior to your brother, I also know you wish to be Alpha, so I give you this choice.” She continued, Broc was silent but nodded.

“I can give you the bundle in my arms and you'll have my favour or I can give you your own pack, where you will be the most powerful Alpha but you will never see me again, nor have my protection as a werewolf.” She finished pleading in her eyes.

He weighed the options, he didn’t know what was in the bundle, so he decided which he’d chose.

“I will chose the most powerful Alpha and pack, I accept I will no longer have your protection.” He knew it was selfish but he was so blinded by his envy of his brother that he never thought for a second what he was really choosing between.

The Goddess nodded sadly, raising her hand she made good on her promise.

After Broc felt the swell of power, his new pack mates appear from the treeline.

He smiled bowing in thanks, as the bundle stirred, a muffled cry sounded, his smile faded.

“You’ve chosen power over love, this child and her children will never love another child or member of your pack and one day her children’s power will surpass yours, when she meets her mate in your brothers child.”

The Goddess words were cold and heavy.

“But is it not our child?” Broc cried, as he eyed the bundle in her arms.

“I laid with you, is it not our child you hold?” He cries.

“No it is not, I can not have a child with a being on earth, but when I chose, I can create a being and this being is an embodiment of me. I will choose her a partner when she is of age. 

One day, I will have my revenge on you for your selfishness, in a way you or your children would never see coming. Till then you can lay with any she-wolf and bear child but will never be able to recognised your true mate.”

With that the goddess disappeared with the child.

Leaving Broc to wallow in regret over his selfish choice, the most powerful Alpha and pack, never to see the goddess again, never recognise his true mate, never would his children or their children.

He left the pool never to return, he reigned over the region, including his brother pack with a cruel and heavy hand.

As did his children and their children.

Finally his brothers pack moved away, through the generations Broc’s strength and blood gifts faded and with them, so did the children’s control over their emotions, they became so consumed by their focus on they curse of matelessness, Broc’s great-great grandson would never recognised his mate, even when they beared a child together.

The child would bear the gifts of both bloodlines and fulfil the goddess’s promise.”

This was the first story of the book but was well worn with time and readings.

It was late, so I closed the book placing it on the bedside, rubbing my eyes, I wonder why Mr Walsh thought I should read the book? Maybe to catch me up on werewolf legends.

I rolled over closing my eyes, something about the story struck close to home.