The moon goddess looked at me, I felt a deep sense of pain in my chest as the memories flash into my head.
I fought hard to bury the feeling of anguish in my chest.
"He wasn't at fault" a tear slipped down my face as I sniffed. I could feel a lump in my throat.
"It wasn't fair on him," the warm streams of water flowing down my cheek weren't stopping anytime soon.
She stepped back, her palm still on my cheek as she wiped my tears away.
"Many royals have passed and they never sympathised with him. Yet you are different." Her face tilted to the side a bit
"I would be angry if I was abandoned by my pack or people," I said in a croaked voice. I wiped my wet face.
"I can't kill him or anyone," I said in a firm tone.
"If you don't, everyone will die but humans and werewolves alike. The whole world will fall to its ruin and my sister the red moon goddess who signifies chaos and destruction will reign terror upon the world."
