Whispers Of The Moonstone

Fourteen

Three days before Abigail’s birthday, the air around the Crystal Moon Pack seemed to buzz with a silent tension, though no one could explain why. For weeks, everything had been calm. Since Tommy’s birthday passed and he officially recognized his mate bond with Drake, there had been no sign of enemy packs or witches. No drama. No danger.

Just peace.

Training had intensified in the pack house. Although the omegas were the weakest in rank, they were still given basic self-defense training. Surprisingly, some of them showed unexpected strength and determination—traits often overlooked in them. Abigail, despite her silence, was quick and graceful, often besting her sparring partner through agility and precise moves.

But today wasn’t about training.

Abigail was in the kitchen with other omegas, cleaning and organizing the pantry when it began again.

A sudden chill swept through the air, sending goosebumps up every wolf’s spine.

The metal pots clanged on their own. Lightbulbs flickered. A glowing pulse started to emanate from Abigail’s body—soft at first, like moonlight, then blinding.

Her eyes rolled back. Her body stiffened. Then… she began to speak.

But it wasn’t English. It wasn’t any language anyone recognized.

It was ancient. Ethereal. And haunting.

The Luna, who had been supervising meal preparations, turned wide-eyed to the others. “Go! Get the Alpha. Get my mate. Now!”

Wolves scrambled from the kitchen, some tripping over each other as they ran.

Meanwhile, Abigail’s body lifted slightly from the floor—just a few inches—but enough for everyone to gasp and step back. The light surrounding her formed a soft, moon-like aura. Her long lashes fluttered. Her lips moved in rhythm with the strange tongue that no one understood.

It was terrifying. It was beautiful.

And in the Alpha’s office, the replica of the Moonstone—a sacred, dormant artifact gifted by the Moon Goddess—began to glow violently.

It had glowed before—continuously for days, but not like this.

Rohan was there when a warrior burst through the doors, panting. “Alpha, sir! You need to come… it’s Abigail. Something’s happening—she’s glowing and—she’s floating!”

Rohan shot up so fast his chair crashed behind him. He didn’t even wait for more explanation before sprinting out of the room, his heart pounding.

By the time he reached the kitchen, the air was thick with raw, untamed energy. Pack members surrounded the entrance, unable to go near her. The moment he laid eyes on Abigail, Rohan froze.

She was levitating slightly above the tiled floor, her long hair billowing around her as though underwater. The light from her skin pulsed with a glow that was both divine and dangerous. Her eyes glowed a silvery white, and that voice—so ancient—still poured from her lips like a chant.

Gasps echoed all around him.

“This can’t be…” someone whispered.

“She’s the girl,” another said. “The one the prophecy spoke of.”

“The mute omega,” one of elders breathed in disbelief. “It’s her…”

“No one gets close,” Rohan said firmly as a few wolves tried to approach.

But when one brave soul reached out, instinct kicked in.

“Don’t touch her!” Rohan growled, stepping in front of her like a shield. His voice rang with the force of an Alpha command.

He turned, eyes glowing gold with fury. “Mine!”

The word echoed through the room.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Gasps turned into stunned silence as realization settled on every face present. The Alpha had just claimed the mute omega as his mate.

The Luna’s mouth parted, her eyes brimming with tears. The former Alpha, Jake, exchanged a knowing look with his mate. Members of the council murmured amongst themselves, none of them expecting this. Not this girl. Not Abigail.

And yet… it all made sense.

The glowing stone. The prophecy. The strange power. The quiet strength Abigail had always carried.

She was the one.

Rohan turned back to her. Carefully, he reached out—half-expecting the energy to lash at him—but as soon as his fingers touched her arm, the light dimmed.

The strange language ceased.

Her body dropped into his arms like a falling feather, unconscious, her breaths shallow but steady.

Rohan held her tightly to his chest. “She’s drained… the power must’ve taken everything from her.”

The room remained silent, still stunned.

“She’s the one who can touch the Moonstone…” the Luna whispered. “Moon Goddess help us all.”

Rohan stood, Abigail safe in his arms. “No one tells her,” he said firmly. “Not yet. I would be the one to break the news to her. The bond… the prophecy… all of it.”

They nodded, still overwhelmed, but trusting their Alpha’s decision.

Without another word, Rohan left the kitchen and carried her to her room. He laid her gently on her bed, brushing a loose strand of hair from her cheek. His heart clenched as he gazed at her peaceful face.

“So it’s you,” he murmured. “All this time, it’s been you.”

He sat at the edge of her bed, taking her hand in his, marveling at how perfectly it fit. The mate bond hummed like a song in his blood, but he would wait. He had to.

“I swear on my life, Abigail… I’ll protect you,” he whispered. “No matter what comes, no one’s going to touch you. Not the enemy, not the witches, not anyone.”

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.

“You’re my mate,” he said. “My life. My everything.”

And for the first time, he finally understood why the Moon Goddess made him wait.