I looked everywhere for Nania but didn't find anyone else in the Moon Temple. The night wind blew gently, and I returned to the temple ruins again.
I stepped over the scattered candles and broken pieces of porcelain and slowly walked to the milky white statue of the Moon Goddess. I looked up and stared into the Moon Goddess' eyes. This was the most revered goddess of the werewolves, the mother of all werewolves. She was also my mother. She was the one who gave me the power of magic. She was the one who made me. She was also the one who made me lose my mate.
The memories of my previous life flooded my mind, and I couldn't help but recall the night when I sealed the Black Wolf Baker. Just like tonight, it was strangely quiet. The smell of blood filled the air, and the wails and cries mixed.