The Star Moon

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*CANNOT BE READ AS A STANDALONE, MUST READ THE BLOOD MOON FIRST* Taylor King is a mystery. A hurt and broken girl with a gift that terrifies everyone around her; including herself. Evan is the terrifying Alpha of the Star Pack. He's cold, brutal and intelligent. He doesn't know how to comfort a crying girl. Taylor and Evan must learn to love each other and better the darker parts of themselves. With drama, life threats, and a war looming over their heads, Evan and Taylor must find love and be happy, giving a beam of light in the dark. A beam of hope. ----------------------------------------------------------------- #9 in #werewolfromance on Wattpad #11 in #werewolfmate on Wattpad

Fantasy / Romance
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One|| Dreams

My dream was filled with children giggling, and I watched from above as four little girls ran through the halls of an orphangage, laughing.

One of those little girls was me, with my dark brown hair waving around me. Sarah and Isabella ran ahead, while little blonde Emmeline tried to keep up.

Little me looked up as Sister Mary rounded the corner, a harsh look on her face.

“Get down to the dinning hall for supper, all of you, now!” She said in a scolding tone, and the children’s laughter and smiles died immediately.

They walked down the creaky, narrow steps with their heads titled down towards the ground.

Little me was nine or ten, I didn’t remember exactly.

The next part of the dream went by on a fast track, and it changed. I was seeing it through little me’s eyes.

Ariel was brought down and sat beside my brother, Thomas. Her plate was set in front of her, with the least amount of servings out of any of us.

They gave her the world’s smallest cookie, and Ariel’s eyes lit up, although she hid it well.

She reached for the cookie, but my brother snatched it away.

“Give it back Thomas!” Ariel said.

“Thomas, don’t!” I whispered. “Give it back!” I saw the nuns looking over.

Thomas waved the cookie in Ariel’s face, laughing.

Ariel glowered at him. She finally lost her cool, biting Thomas’ finger along with the cookie in his hands.

“Ow! Hey!” Thomas said, glaring at her.

“Oh no!” Emmeline whispered.

Father Osotto appeared and the nuns picked Ariel up by her arms, dragging her away.

Ariel kicked and screamed, but they were all bigger than her.

“Look what you did, Thomas!” Isabella hissed.

“I was just playing,” Thomas looked ashamed.

“Now she’s going downstairs!” Sarah said.

“Silence!” Sister Alicia roared, and we all shut our mouths.

My dream picked back up creeping down the hall late at night, a cookie gripped tightly in my hands.

I walked down to the basement- the door was never locked, kids always stayed away from it.

Fear gripped me, but I kept going.

I passed the cages until I found Ariel’s. “Ariel!” I whispered into the darkness.

I heard the sound of chains moving, and Ariel crawled up, gripping the cage.

“Taylor? What are you doing down here? They’ll catch you!” Ariel whispered.

“Here,” I said, handing her the cookie through the cell doors. “This one is mine.”

Ariel took the cookie carefully. “Thank you.” She whispered.

I heard a door close and we both jumped.

"It’s the Good Doctor!” Ariel hissed. “Run, Taylor!”

I ran back up the steps, leaving the basement and creeping back down the hall.

I rounded the corner and ran right into Sister Patty.

“What are you doing up?!” She shouted.

I was strapped to a gurney and taken down to the basement, past the cages, into the Doctor’s room.

I thrashed and cried and screamed, knowing what was coming.

I felt something roar inside of me and screamed one last time.

Something crazy happened. Everyone around me was blown backwards, and the entire building trembled above me.

I lay limp in the gurney, all energy in me gone. The Good Doctor hovered over me.

“This one will do. Interesting. Very interesting indeed.”

I woke up gasping, sweaty and scared. I looked around, panting heavily.

I was in my room in Brett’s house, and I was safe.

Well, kind of safe.

I got up and walked into the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water. I looked down at my hands. They were shaking badly again.

I looked out the kitchen window above the sink.

The sun was beginning to rise, and I knew I wouldn’t be falling back asleep any time soon.

I put on some leggings, a tank top, and tennis shoes and went outside.

I went for a run in the woods behind our house, trying to outrun the whispers circling in my head.

The Good Doctor’s words haunted me, and after two hours of running I circled back, heading back home.

I walked in the door, and Brett’s stench wafted through my nose.

He’s not our mate. Just kill him and be gone. My wolf growled, disgusted.

I shoved her down and entered the living room.

“Where the hell have you been?” Brett slurred. He was drunk and still downing a beer.

“I went out for a run.” I said. I don’t have to explain myself to you. I thought grumpily.

Kill him and run. My wolf repeated, and again I shoved her down.

“The dishes are dirty, and so is the floor. My laundry is piling over.” Brett slurred.

“I’m not your maid, Brett, you can do your own laundry.” I said with a sigh.

“What did you just say?” Brett stood up and wobbled.

“I said, I’m no your maid.” I said harshly. “Do your own damn laundry.”

Brett cursed at me and stepped towards me, attempting to be threatening. He couldn’t stand straight, and he was a weak himan, I wasn’t the least bit scared.

I punched him in the face, knocking him out.

He slumped back onto the couch.

“Really, sis?” I looked up to see my twin enter the room, shaking his head. I pushed my black hair back, and shrugged.

“He won’t remember a thing when he wakes up. I’ll just tell him he came home with a bruise.” I said.

“We should just leave.” Thomas said, shaking his head. “Go find Ariel.”

“Ariel’s probably dead, Thomas.” I said, walking into the kitchen. “We’d be homeless, broke, and carless.”

“We’re wolves we don’t need a car. We can hunt for food. We can plead our case to the packs, and find Ariel.” Thomas insisted.

“Thomas, no.” I said, shaking my head. “They didn’t get out with us. I doubt they got out at all.”

“Didn’t you see that news clipping? That was Oliver!”

“Oliver got out the same way we did,” I turned on my brunette brother. “The others didn’t. I think they’re dead.”

“You should give up hope so easily, Taylor.” Thomas said to me, and he sounded disappointed.

“Can we not do this now, please?” I asked, rubbing my temple. “I didn’t get much sleep and I have a headache, I’m not in the mood for the same argument all over again.”

“Was it another nightmare?” Thomas asked. I nodded.

“I’m sorry, Tay. I wish there’s something we could do.”

“I’m going stir crazy in here. I haven’t shifted in weeks.” I grumbled, gripping the counter.

“If we joined a pack, we’d be able to shift all the time. We’d probably find a mate.” Thomas said thoughtfully, and I glared at him.

I sighed in defeat. “If we did join a pack, are you still thinking Crescent?”

Thomas nodded. “You want to be a cop and I want to be a lawyer. That’s the best place to study. Hudson could find the others, if they’re still alive.”

I looked at my watch. “It’s time for you to go to work. I’ve gotta get some shopping done. I’ll drop you off at the store.” I said.

Thomas nodded and left the room to get his vest.


“Did you hear that?” Emmeline whispered to me.

I heard another crash and a crunching sound downstairs, and Emmeline whimpered in fear.

I got out of bed and Emmeline got up too. ”Stay here,” I whispered.

I crept out into the hallway, and peered through the stair railing.

The nuns were laying on the floor, pooled in blood, and a man stood over them.

He threw Father Osotto to the ground, and he was dead too.

I was fourteen. I knew what I was seeing.

I backed down the hall, and was grabbed from behind. I let out a scream, but my mouth was covered.

“Taylor, it’s me!” Thomas breathed in my ear. “Come on, we gotta run.”

He pulled me down the hall as I heard the man coming up the creaky stairs.

Thomas opened the painting on the back wall and he pushed me up into the opening, climbing in after me.

“Emmeline!” I hissed. Just as I spoke, I heard her screaming.

I tried to run back out, but two pairs of hands grabbed me andmpulled me back in.

Oliver pressed his hand to my mouth. ”We’ve gotta run, Taylor.” Oliver whispered.

Jess and Willow stood behind him, and I looked back. Through a hole in the painting I could see this man was killing the other kids.

I nodded, and they dragged me over to the ladder.

Oliver went down first, then Willow, then Jess, then me. Thomas came right behind me.

The passage dumped into the sewers underneath the orphanage. Oliver caught me when I jumped down from the ladder and set me down on the ground. Thomas landed beside him.

“What do we do now?” Willow asked.

“Are they all gonna die?” I asked.

"We’ve gotta run, that way,” Oliver pointed to the right. ”There’s a grate that comes up in the park. We can make it to the woods, find one of the packs, ask for help.”

“How do you know all of this?” Jess asked.

“This isn’t the first time we’ve broken out.” Thomas explained.

“Come on, we gotta go.” Oliver took Willow’s hand and led her along the side of the sewer.

The concrete walkway was thin, and every step threatened a dive into the disgusting water below.

After a while we finally came under a grate, and Oliver looked around.

“Willow, Thomas and I are going to help you and Jess up. You’re gonna have to pull Taylor up.” Oliver said.

“Okay.” Willow nodded.

Thomas and Oliver let Willow stand on their hands, and they pushed her up towards the low ceiling.

With a grunt, Willow managed to pushed the grate open, and haul herself up. Jess was next, and Willow pulled her up.

I put my foot in Oliver’s conjoined hands, and he lifted me up slowly, Thomas pushing up my other foot.

Willow and Jess grabbed my arms and hauled me up.

My stomach scraped against the concete side, but I rolled over the sidewalk safely.

Oliver sent Thomas up, and it took all three of us girls to help him up.

We watched as Oliver closed his eyes and clenched his fists, his face scrunched up in concentration.

The shadows in the sewer mixed together and circled around Oliver, lifting his feet off the ground.

As soon as he was up to the grate, Jess and Thomas grabbed him and began to pull him up.

“You smell,” Willow said.

“We all do.” Oliver replied.

I turned around and gasped, catching Willow’s attention.

“Uh... guys?” Willow said, and they turned.

We faced a mangy wolf, who snarled at us.

“Is that a werewolf, or a wolf?” Jess asked.

"It’s too big to be a regular wolf. It’s a rogue.” Oliver replied, and they got up slowly.

“Take them and run. I’ll distract him.” Thomas said to Oliver.

Jess grabbed my arms and hauled me to my feet.

The rogue wolf snarled, his lips drawing up, revealing yellowing but sharp teeth.

“Thomas,” I whispered.

“Split up!” Oliver yelled.

Oliver and the two girls went running to the left, and Thomas grabbed me, pushing me off towards the left.

The rogue followed us, and I looked ahead, scared clueless.

Suddenly another rogue appeared in front of me and I screamed, skidding to a stop.

The first rogue leaped up at us.

Thomas turned around, and a lightning bolt shot out of his raised hand, hitting the first rogue straight in the heart.

The rogue fell to the ground, unmoving.

“Is he dead?” I asked.

“Yeah.” Thomas turned, and the second rogue howled, running at us. I raised my hands and blew him backwards with a vibrational force, feeling the power run under my skin.

“Go!” Thomas urged me, shooting another lightning bolt at the second rogue as he scrambled to his feet.

Thomas and I disappeared into the city streets, and I looked back.

Oliver, Jess and Willow were gone.

I woke up again and rolled over on my side, sighing heavily.

Will these dreams ever stop?

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