Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 117 : Wolf of the Moon Goddess

*Lena*

Mara had her legs crossed, her foot tapping with silent rhythm and she flipped through the spellbook. I was watching her with marked suspicion, my arms crossed over my chest, not even hiding the glare fixed on my face.

Clare was pacing back and forth behind the couch Mara was sitting on, and occasionally Clare looked over her shoulder, peering down at whatever page Mara was studying. Maeve was talking in a hushed voice to Grandma and my mom, who were standing in the corner of the cozy sitting room near the dining hall in the Castle Drogomor.

Night was falling. We'd arrived around midday, and I'd spent the rest of the day listening to the news beginning to trickle in from the west.

It was all bad news–terrible news. Grandma and Maeve had immediately gone to the hospital in Mirage to donate blood for the influx of wounded and dying shoulders we were being carted across the sea towards Valoria for care. The Valorian army, those reserves who had stayed behind, were already setting up a perimeter around the southern tip of the territory to protect the great, bustling cities within.

I donated only a few vials of blood in the infirmary at the castle. I was pregnant, after all. The act made me dizzy and lightheaded for the rest of the afternoon.

But then Grandma and Maeve came home with Mara in tow, and now it was time to figure out what the hell we were supposed to do with this stupid book.

My mom, Clare, and Mara had their powers of sight. My powers of sight only came to me in dreams, which wasn't entirely helpful since I had little to no control over what I saw, and when. Apparently, we were supposed to use our combined powers to do… something.

“This is all in Prithen," Mara mused to herself, flipping another page and dragging her finger down the text.

“Prithen? What the hell is Prithen?" Clare leaned over the back of the couch to look at the page Mara had stopped on.

“An ancient language, something from before the time of Morrighan and Lycaon from what we know. The Church of the Moon Goddess has a few scripts but that's it, never a full… a full example of the alphabet those early people used. This is… priceless."

“It doesn't belong to the Church," Maeve said firmly as she rounded the couch and came to sit beside me.

Mara gave her a side-eyed look as she flipped another page.

“Can you translate it?" Mom asked from the corner of the room.

Mara let out her breath and nodded, then shrugged. “Some. I think I knew enough to get the gist of what this book is about. It's a fairytale."

“It's not a fairytale," Maeve retorted. “It's a book of spells."

“It's a book about spells; that's the difference. This comes from Leto's people before she was a Goddess. This book in particular is about a girl who is given the powers of a wolf so that she can effectively hunt during an especially brutal winter. There's a spell for it–"

what?" Maeve interrupted, looking

that's what happened, anyway. I already said there's only a few scripts

falling into my stomach. How was this helpful? Why were

we have the powers of wolves," Mom said absently, walking past the windows on the far side of the

particular, for food, and for protection against enemies," Mara added, pointing to a sketch on

to her feet and snatched the book from Mara, staring down at it in

room. “When I went into that circle of stones in Dianny, I thought it

didn't like the look in her eyes. She looked almost

were trying to do something to stop this war, to stop the vampires. I could see

cut in before

said, turning to her,

comes into her wolf powers," Maeve

asked sharply. “What are you talking

using this book," Maeve said as she held it up to show me the picture of the two wolves. “Then, we're going to

***

Maeve argued about whether or not this was a good idea. People shifted all the time while they were pregnant. It wasn't uncommon

a spell cast that would activate wolf powers, regardless

would be going with Maeve and Mara while everyone else stayed behind. We had a seaplane waiting for us

in my gut all day long, and that tethered thread binding me to Xander?

and night was falling, casting a pale purple glow over the castle behind

time," I continued, pointing to the book.

in her breath, glancing at Clare and Mara before turning her gaze back on Mom and Grandma. Everyone needed to help say the spell. All of them would need to tap into their powers, no matter how small and insignificant, and essentially pull my wolf powers out of me and put them back in,

sounded painful, but again, I was

catching my mom's gaze. “And

in a small voice, her eyes glistening with uncertainty.

turning to Mara to fetch the book. Mara murmured

it has to be you. At least,

ask why,

out to Mara, then my mom, her

customary to hold hands when doing group

stepped forward, a mere foot from where I stood. She placed