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The ancient prophecy, spiritual warfare, fierce love, and a destiny written in the stars. |
| Chapter 1 Scene 2 Word Count: 1566 January 25 My dearest Mia, I began this journal about six months ago. It holds everything I wanted you to know—and everything I never want you to forget. Some pages keep memories; others carry advice or secrets meant only for us. Together, they are my heart written in ink. When you find this, you’ll also find a letter tucked inside. If you are reading these words, my prayer is that you are safe with Mildred. The first section is my diary—the story of our family, my hopes for you, my warnings, and all the love I never managed to say aloud. I wish I had started sooner, but life and fear have their own ways of stealing time. The second section holds what you may need someday: pieces of our healer’s craft, passed down by women who walked in God’s light and under the Wolf Moon’s blessing. You’ll find notes on herbs, old prayers, and gentle magics meant to cradle a soul, to mend what is broken, and to keep you safe when I cannot. Remember, Mildred will one day give you the Great Book, where we have recorded our family history, and the Ring of Healers will guide you when I no longer can. You are never truly alone. I’m sending her a copy of this journal, in case danger ever forces you to leave it behind or destroy it. If that day comes, she will still have the words I meant for you. Until we meet again in the Light, know that I pray for your safety every night. You are, and will always be, the brightest part of my soul. With all my love, Mom Mia, This is a copy of the letter you should have found tied to the top of the journal. I’ve added it here, just in case it was ever lost. Love, Mom My dearest Mia, If you are reading this, then our plan has been set in motion. You had to leave, and I had to stay behind. Please forgive me. If it had been safe to go with you, I would never have let you face the world alone. My love for you is endless. Carry me with you—in your memories, in your heart, in the quiet strength that burns behind your eyes. Live, my daughter. Find joy. And may that joy include someone who loves you as deeply as you deserve. Be brave. Be kind. You carry the best of your father and me inside you, and that light will never fade. Trust that God walks with you. I believe He is leading you to a family who will welcome you with open arms—who will see the rare and radiant light within you. When you meet your true mate, trust your wolf. She will know him before you do; her heart will recognize his truth. We named you Miakoda—Power of the Moon—and Zaria, princess and bride of purity. Your names were chosen with purpose and prayer. My best advice, dear heart: Wait for your true mate. Your strength, your integrity, your self-respect—these are the jewels of your spirit. Guard them well, and they will light your way. Never hide who you are. You are strong, passionate, and full of fierce heart. Anyone worthy of your love will recognize that—and hold it sacred. Be kind. Be brave. Walk always in God’s light. Follow both His Word and the spiritual laws as you walk the path laid before you. I am so proud to call you my daughter. And I will love you—beyond the moon, beyond the stars, beyond this life—until we meet again. Love, Mom January 26 My sweet Mia, I was asleep when it came—sudden and sharp, a vise around my heart that tore me out of dreams. This was no dream. It was a summons. It began with the past: your father lying in the dirt, you and I on our knees, desperate and weeping as we tried to call him back. My hands were red again with his blood, my cries echoing through the hollow of my mind. I begged the darkness: Who did this to Mac? A voice answered—not in my ears, but deep inside my chest. Your father’s voice. Steady. Fierce. Sorrowful. “They are coming for you, Pearl.” The world dissolved into gray smoke. I stood in my prayer cave—my secret refuge—but now it pulsed with eyes and whispers. The air reeked of rot and iron. Death was near. Then I felt him. Orson. I couldn’t see his face, but the stench of betrayal filled the place like poison. Rage rose in me—hot, bright, dangerous. For a breath, I wanted to curse him. But the Lord stayed my hand and replaced fury with knowing: He was guilty. He had a hand in Mac’s death. Fear left me. Only resolve remained. My time is short. He will come again—and this time, he means to find you. Orson is filled with hate. He killed your father. He will kill me. And if he finds you… I believe he’ll try to kill you, too. The smoke pressed close. A voice, cold as iron, whispered through it: “You will die, Pearl.” I fell to my knees and spoke the only prayer that would come: God, protect her. Keep her safe. Make me strong against the enemy. And then another vow rose unbidden from my soul: Mia will live. She will fulfill what she was sent to do. Light burst through the dark—like dawn through stormclouds. I felt His presence—calm, powerful, certain—and heard, not with my ears, but with my heart: She will live. When I woke, I was trembling. But the fear was gone. The message was clear. You will survive. You will fulfill your calling. And I will give my last breath to help make it so. Remember this always, my brave girl: Darkness can wound you, but it cannot own you. Hold to the Light—and you will prevail. Love, Mom Pearl’s eyes flew open. The echo of her vision still thundered in her chest. She knew she had only days left—perhaps hours. Every heartbeat mattered now. She reached for her journal and wrote until her trembling hand steadied. When the final line was done, she took the sealed letter waiting on the table and tied it beneath the journal’s strap. Pearl had written on the envelope: Mia, read this first. A duplicate already lay beside it—wrapped and labeled for Mildred. That one would travel by express post. The original would go with Mia. Pearl packed the small canvas backpack that always waited near her bedroom door: a few hundred dollars, the photo scrapbook, the journal, one change of clothes, dark glasses, a folded map drawn by her own hand, and two envelopes—one marked Emergency, the other addressed to both Mia and Mildred. When everything was ready, she carried the pack to the front room and stepped outside. The morning stole her breath. First light spilled over the mountains, turning the snow to rose-gold fire. The peaks glowed against a pale sky, and frost shimmered along the black ribs of pine. The air was knife-cold—so pure it stung her lungs. Behind her, the little cabin stood quiet and brave. Paint peeling, roof patched—yet its walls still held laughter, prayers, and love. Pearl lifted her arms toward the brightening east. “Dear Father God,” she whispered, “take from me all hate and fear. Grant me Your strength and comfort. Protect Miakoda as she walks the path You have chosen. Keep her safe as she travels to her refuge, so that she may one day serve You fully. In Christ’s name, amen.” Peace settled over her like a shawl. The hour was near. She had done all she could. When she turned back, Mia stood in the doorway, tears streaming down her face. “Mama, please,” she sobbed. “Don’t make me go. What if I never see you again?” Pearl crossed the room and gathered her into her arms. “You promised me,” she murmured. “You’ll do as I asked.” “But—” “Shh.” Pearl smoothed her hair. “You have to trust me, baby. You’re meant for more than this mountain. You’ll see Mildred soon. And I’ll come to you—as soon as I can.” It was a lie spoken from love, and it broke her heart. When the sobs finally quieted, Pearl told her what she must: Fragments of the vision. The danger to come. The truth about Orson. Mia went pale. “Grandfather?” “Yes,” Pearl said softly. “Promise me you’ll never trust him.” “I promise.” They checked the pack once more. Everything was in place. Pearl turned to her daughter, meeting her eyes squarely. “When the moment comes,” she said quietly, “you run. Don’t look back—no matter what you hear.” Tears trembled on Mia’s lashes. “I promise.” Pearl brushed one away, smiling through her own. “Good girl,” she said. “The world will need your light. Don’t ever let the darkness convince you it can take it.” This is my supernatural romantic saga, Super Blood Wolf Moon: Legacy. I’d love to know what emotions it stirs and whether the pacing pulls you in. Thank you for reading the book opening. I appreciate all comments or reviews. Kind wishes, Tee |
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