I have been blessed by the Moon Goddess. I need not worrisome about my journals for I hath found my mate in the New Moon Pack. Alpha William.
Though I am happy, my heart still aches for mother and father, and my pack family.
28th August 1609
William bound our souls in the present of the Moon Goddess last night under her highness’s full moon. As Luna, I vow to protect my pack.
5th September 1609
War ravages on. William has left to fight. My heart is full of sadness as I fear he may meet the same fate as my dear father. May the Moon Goddess protect our souls.
16th September 1609
William wrote to me. His words are sweet and I count the days until we are in each other’s arms again.Never hath I read such sweet sentiments:
Please assure yourself this absence from you has only strengthened my desires. If my travels were not unavoidable in their necessity, I would not willingly deny myself your presence.
30th September 1609
My sweet William returned. Our reunion was shortened by my heat. I confined myself as he brung another pack into our land and the strangest revelation occurred. I bonded with a second mate–another alpha.
Fear I have breached my vows as witnessed by the Moon Goddess. My heat attracted my new mate and we consummated our bond.
May the Moon Goddess be easy on my soul.
6th April 1610
My three mates are still bickering. Be my soul and may the Moon Goddess give me guidance.
The war is worsening. Perhaps I shall continue to discover ideas to find peace.
In my research I discovered our joint pack land creates the most peculiar formation. A star.
“This is interesting,” I point out, my finger sliding over the crisp yellow pages. “Ophelia was talking about celestial formation.”
Cade looks up from his journal. “Formation?”
“Do you have a copy of the land and associated packs? Ours and the ones that have gone missing?”
He nods, reaching into a bundle of paperwork and shifting through until he finds it. Taking it, I scan the familiar map, suddenly seeing it with new eyes.
My pen starts drawing lines as Cade watches with his brows pulled together, intrigued.
“Holy shit,” I mutter. “We’ve been looking at this wrong.”
Cade leans over, observing my diagram. “Well, would you look at that? I knew all roads led back to you.”
We’ve spent so many hours huddled over this map, trying to figure out what the curve meant of disappearing packs. But now, I think it was nothing but coincidence, an effect of packs vanishing.
One vanishes, so the neighboring pack panics. They send hunters out, then they vanish. Then their neighbors react, creating a chain effect. But that’s just correlation, irrelevant to what we should have been searching for this entire time.
At the far east side of the map lies Shadow Creek and when I pull the lines together, linking Cade's with Lex and Maverick's land, I'm gobsmacked to see it creates a star just like Ophelia's. Every pack is a point.
"What's this land up the top?" I ask. "It finishes the star as the peak."
"Hm. That's vacant land," Cade answers. "No one has ever owned it."
"Do you think that means something?"
