AURORA: REBIRTH OF THE MOON GODDESS

Noah Sabastian ran through a forest of silver leaves, chasing a voice he could never catch. The voice whispered his name in a tone that made his chest tighten and desperate. Yet, every time he reached for it, he was left with a sudden feeling of emptiness and a pair of glowing blue eyes which stared back at him from a distance. As he wandered about in the thick forest, he needed no magician to tell him this was just another random dream about the prophecy. But this time, it felt too real, almost like he was close to finding her. He jolted awake in his hotel room in Los Angeles, sweat soaking the sheets. For a moment, he wasn’t the Alpha of the Lorenzo clan but just a man with a pounding heart and a voice echoing in his ears. Find me. The city hummed outside the window, neon lights painting his reflection on the glass. He rubbed his face, beats of sweat were running through his hairline. Annoyed at himself, he rolled frantically across the bed like someone who was looking for his runaway bride. Even though he had crossed worlds and left Avalon, the weight of his responsibility to his people still followed him around like a curse. The phone rang. Andrew. Of course. Noah breathes out heavily. “Don’t you ever sleep?” he said in a disturbed tone. Andrew chuckled. “Not when my Alpha is sulking in a hotel room like a lonely widower. What are you doing, Noah? You didn’t leave Avalon to hide in a suite.” “Spare me the lecture, Andrew. You’re not the one haunted by some ridiculous prophecy that follows you everywhere like some negative omen. Besides, the whole point of leaving Avalon was to grab some breath of fresh air”. Noah muttered, placing his hands across his forehead, as he sank back into the silk sheets of the penthouse bed. “Wow, you’re still looking for her, aren’t you?” “I’m not looking for anyone. Why would you even say or imagine that? I’ve told you, I don’t believe in the prophecy.” “Of course you don’t,” Andrew said. “You’re just dreaming about her. Shape Shifting in your sleep. Almost tearing apart the hotel furniture.” Noah paused. “Wait…what?” Andrew cleared his throat. “You might want to check the bedside table.” Noah turned. The wooden table beside the bed was split clean down to the center. There were marks of claws round it . Noah stared at his hand. For a brief second, faint silver veins pulsed beneath his skin before fading. His wolf was reacting. “I don’t believe in this prophecy,” he muttered in a resentful tone. You should know I wanted none of this in the first place. Tania is still mad at me for choosing to leave. She's the one I want to be with, not some strange woman I have never met. “Well Prophecy or not, you’ll never find anything staring at the ceiling. Get dressed Noah. Let's go out. Who knows, maybe she's out there waiting for you to come find her “Andrew Chuckled.” For a moment, Noah froze. The words hit harder than he expected. He sat up slowly, running a hand through his hair as if to steady himself. The thought of her, whoever she might be, brought a mixed feeling of curiosity and anticipation. “And what if I don’t want to find her?” Noah responded in a cold tone. He knew deep down inside that his words betrayed his thoughts. “Then she’ll find you. Now get dressed Noah.” The line clicked dead before Noah could answer. Noah stood still for several seconds before tossing the phone onto the bed. Frustration burned through him. He needed movement, action. Anything to silence the restlessness clawing at his chest. He headed to the shower, turning the water to its coldest setting. Steam rose instantly as it hit his overheated skin. He braced his hands against the tile wall, closing his eyes. For a split second, He felt it again, a pulse, not from Avalon, not from the dream. This time it was from somewhere in the city. His head snapped up as his wolf went completely still. What if......? His lips parted slowly. “That’s impossible,” he whispered, but deep down, he knew. She was here and tonight everything was about to finally change.