Chapter 4 THE SIN OF THE MOON

THE SIN OF THE MOON

The firelight flickered in her eyes as she spoke, her voice low and distant - as if each word came from a wound she'd carried for centuries.

"It began long before I was born," Ava whispered, "when the Moon Goddess still walked among wolves."

Kael sat across from her, silent, listening. The storm raged outside his packhouse, but here, the air felt suspended - thick with secrets and memory.

"My ancestor was called Lyanna," Ava said softly. "She was a healer. The daughter of the Moon Temple's high priestess. Pure, blessed, forbidden to mate with anyone but the chosen of the Goddess herself."

Her eyes glimmered, reflecting the fire. "But she fell in love - with an Alpha who belonged to the Darkridge bloodline."

Kael stiffened. The name struck like thunder in his chest.

"His name was Theron Draven," Ava continued. "A man born for power, promised to another, yet drawn to her as if the stars themselves demanded it. They tried to fight it. They failed."

Her words wove through the silence like a spell.

"They met beneath a crimson moon - the first blood moon recorded. It was said to mark divine wrath. When Lyanna gave herself to him, she broke her sacred vow. The Moon Goddess saw their union as betrayal - the mortal healer defying divine order for a man of war."

The fire popped. Ava's fingers trembled.

"The Goddess cursed her bloodline - and his. For every descendant of Lyanna born with her mark would carry the weight of her sin: to love would mean death. To find a mate would bring destruction. The curse would hunt both bloodlines until balance was restored - one heart for another."

Kael's throat tightened. "Our families..."

"Were the beginning," Ava finished. "And we are the end."

She looked up at him then - eyes full of pain and something like longing. "That's why we can't be together, Kael. Our bond isn't a gift. It's the Moon's punishment repeating itself."

He stood, pacing, fighting the wild rage building in his chest. "Then why give us the bond at all? Why let me feel this-this madness for you?"

"Because that's what the curse does," Ava said softly. "It tempts you with love before it destroys you with it."

Kael stopped. The firelight caught the edge of his jaw, the gold in his eyes burning brighter. "No. I refuse to believe fate is that cruel."

He stepped closer, his voice a dark promise. "If my ancestor damned us with his love, then I'll redeem us with mine."

Ava's lips parted, her breath unsteady. "You can't fight the Moon."

Kael's hand brushed a strand of hair from her face, slow and reverent. "I already am."

The mark at her collarbone flared again - brighter this time, pulsing with their joined heartbeats. The air grew heavy, almost electric. Ava gasped, feeling warmth spread from the mark to her chest.

"Kael..." she breathed, her voice breaking. "It's reacting..."

"I don't care," he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. "Let it. Let her watch. I'm done running from something that feels like destiny."

For a heartbeat, their world was only heat and breath and the wild ache of everything they couldn't have. The curse burned between them, furious and alive - a goddess's fury and a lover's defiance tangled in one heartbeat.

Then the window shattered.

The wind howled through the room, scattering embers into the air. Ava cried out as the mark seared white-hot, light bursting from her skin. Kael caught her as she fell forward, trembling violently in his arms.

Her voice was barely a whisper. "She knows..."

"Who?" Kael demanded, his arms tightening around her.

"The Moon Goddess," Ava gasped. "She knows we've broken the boundary."

Outside, the blood moon rose higher - redder, angrier.

And in the distance, something ancient stirred in the woods - an echo of the Goddess's wrath awakened once more.