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Nony_Samou7mthPostedWhere do I start from?I love how unique this is from every other werewolf's tale. In most books, the blood moon could never signify good and full blooded werewolves were the ones that became more aggressive. I enjoyed the way you described how Aysun was (I could see myself living there) and how you described each of the characters uniquely. I'm curious to find out what Adelaide's deal is (she seems to be against Artemis but I don't think she is on Vallus's side either). I also like the relationship between Darius and Velma. I'm wondering if that would be her second chance mate. Would they escape the pack together? Would the escape be successful.However, I feel like you could have shed more light on why Cyrus the beta and Lord Creon don't really like each other and also when Cyrus planted seeds of doubt against Lord Creon in Artemis's mind. What made Artemis ask the question: Have you finally come to kill me?I'm looking forward to more chapters and I wish the author would publish more than one chapter each week.
- Nony_Samou7mthCommented
Haha. As a human I can agree that out cities are waste ridden.
She could go to the east dominated by the druids and witches who lived in the forest; or live among the fairies and elves who flourished in the west in their beautiful palaces and large expanse of lush gardens; or she could go to the west where the humans lived in their waste ridden cities. However, she could never go to the south which was dominated by the vampires and were sworn enemies of the werewolves. - Nony_Samou7mthCommented
So he's evil.
"The moon goddess has been generous," it was Vallus who spoke; the Beta's only son and thus heir and right hand man of Artemis. He was a tall man with a slight limp he'd gotten when he was much younger during a play fight with Artemis. Nonetheless he was light on his feet and his mild disability betrayed his agility. He has a slender build and could almost be mistake for a woman. His calm face and deep brown eyes made him appear trust worthy and many a werewomen had fallen prey to his innocent face. There was therefore nothing in his features to suggest the snake he really was. - Nony_Samou7mthCommented
I wonder what plans she has.
"It's not too late for me to go back," Velma smiled for she had plans of her own. - Nony_Samou7mthCommented
I love the way you began. Your usage of words is beautiful to read.
The moon cast a dim red glow over the surface of Aysun. Daylight still stole the evening as dusk had just begun its ascent into the sky. The older werewolves took on their animal physique and howled excitedly as they went about preparing for the blood moon festival. Excitement clouded the air; there was still much to do and much to be enjoyed. It was a festival like no other and this one was especially special. Usually, the blood moon could be sighted only once in two years but this year the moon goddess was blessing them with two festivals within a month or so Maha their priestess had prophesied. The younger ones ran about half-naked, taunting and jesting amongst themselves. Velma watched them with reserved jealousy. If only she could return to her childhood when she was unburdened with the pressure of wolfing out and finding a mate.