The Beast & The Daughter of the Moon Goddess

Adam I woke up in my cell, again. As I had for the past ten years. They keep me chained in silver. I don’t have much will to live at this point. The only thing keeping me alive is my wolf. He is stronger than most. He is convinced that we will meet our mate again and we will get out of this hell hole. After being trapped and tested on and mutated into the monster that I am, I doubt that she will want anything to do with us. I was stolen away from my family at the age of ten. I don’t even know if they’re still alive. Not that I would know them if I saw them. My memory is spotty at best. I believe that my name is Adam, but I couldn’t tell you my last name. My pack’s name. My birthday or anything else personal about me. I’ll have flashbacks and I know why I was taken. My mother came from a line of Lycan’s that would protect the queens and their daughters. Her wolf was strong as she was made to be a warrior, but then my dad was also a silver wolf. He had a heightened sense of smell, hearing, and speed. Between the two, I was born, and sought after. An Alpha warrior beyond what had been seen since the ages when the Lycan’s ruled. My parents did their best to hide me away, but soon this wizard, and his soul mate, found me. That day I know nothing about. My wizard’s mate wiped my memory, but my wolf fights the magic. He’s incredible and found me the few memories that I have. I think that he was hoping that they would give me a will to live. But I’m just waiting for one of their experiments to go wrong and to finally end my miserable existence. The witch uses the worst form of blood magic. She has cast a spell to where I can absorb another’s ability. But for that to work, I have to fight, kill them and drink their blood. This spell is the worst form of blood lust. It takes all of my hunting abilities and heightens them. It takes a wolves natural want to hunt into something deadly. I have so many powers and abilities that they can use at their disposal. It’s sickening the amount of blood that I have split. My wolf and I were in Spain to hunt down a shapeshifter and that’s when we met her. Or saw her. The bane of my existence because she breathed life into my wolf. I couldn’t have introduced myself even if part of me wanted to. I have to hide in the shadows. Even in my human form you can see that something is wrong with me. My skin is light. Almost like a vampire. Or like the one that I killed. My eyes are silver and so is my hair. Both light, like the color of the moon herself. Even with all of that, seeing her and not introducing myself, was pure torture. To know that even with the beast that I am, the Moon Goddess still made me a soul mate. I can still see her, smell her, and hear her laughter in my mind. She is what I commonly dream of. She was stunning in her dress of red as she walked around a flower market. She was laughing with her companions. Her blonde hair long down her back and her eyes were so golden, they reminded me of the warmth of the sun. Her smell hung around her. Something warm like vanilla. I covered my smell and I didn’t expect her to still know that I was there, but she did. She looked for me in the crowd. My wolf said that her wolf knew that her mate was near. Ever since then my wolf has not shut up about escaping and finding her. But I know that this is impossible. I am trapped. Until they finally kill me. A slot opens and they drop in my food and water for the day. I don’t even bother. I let myself sleep and hopefully dream of her. My dreams of her are normally the same. I awake in her room and do nothing, but watch her sleep. I’m not sure if this is real. I have a sneaking suspicion that I am able to share consciousness with her or maybe anyone, but she has never been awake. So maybe that is just the way that my mind wants to see her. Safe, and resting. Tonight was different, I closed my eyes and instead I landed in a field. The sun is shining and flowers are in bloom. I look for her and I don’t see her. To make things stranger, I can see my wolf next to me. He is silver and large. Just like our father. He nods his head and I follow him. We come over a hill and that is where I see them sitting near a river. “Lillian, what is this? Where are we?” asks the voice that has haunted my dreams. She hears us approaching. She looks my way and it takes everything in me not to run. I look down and I am in simple jeans and white t-shirt. Not the cape that I normally use to hide. So my form, even as handsome as it is, it’s still eerie and covered in scars, is available for her to see. “Mate.” She says as her eyes widen. In horror I suspect. She gets up and walks towards me. She is in the same red dress that I had seen her in. “Mate” I say back. I should run, but I’m not even sure if I’m in control of this reality or if my wolf is. She approaches me and her smell washes over me. Everything in me relaxes. “My name is Eva…” she says as she sticks a hand out for me to take or shake, I’m not sure. So I just stare at it. “What is your name?” She asks as she takes the hand back. “Adam.” I say back. I had not heard my own voice out loud in years and I was surprised by the sound of it, deep with age. “Adam and Eva,” she said with a giggle. I was so struck with her saying my name, that I stepped forward towards her. Not feeling in control of my own self. I reached forward and gently put my hand on her cheek. What I didn’t expect was to be warm and to actually be able to feel her. The sparks and warmth spread through my hand and I saw her gasp. “..Adam…what is this? I know that I’m sleeping. I shouldn’t be able to see you like this or to feel you like this.” she asked, just as puzzled as I was. “I’m…not sure.” COMING SOON