HIATUS Representative of the Moon Goddess

Shadows of the Heart

In the tranquil embrace of the moonlit night, the academy lay hushed, a haven of secrets bathed in silvery luminescence. Cloaked in the pseudonym Sophia, Selene sought refuge beyond the stone walls, the delicate rustle of leaves accompanying her as she ventured into the nocturnal haven. The celestial ballet above adorned the canvas of the sky, its soft glow a testament to the silent symphony played by distant stars, casting an ethereal and serene ambiance upon the academy grounds.

Amidst this cosmic serenity, Selene's heart echoed with the fading strains of the Quads' extravagant birthday celebration. The air was thick with memories, and as she meandered through the shadows, her thoughts wove an intricate tapestry. Each thread bore the weight of destiny and uncertainty, a delicate interplay of emotions etched against the celestial backdrop.

The moon, a silent witness to her clandestine musings, bathed her in its silvery glow, revealing a visage torn between the masquerade of Sophia and the authenticity of Selene. The night whispered secrets, and as she lingered beneath its cosmic embrace, the very fabric of her existence seemed to intertwine with the unseen forces that governed the fates of werewolves.

Oscar, attuned to her silent contemplation, joined her beneath the celestial canvas. "Late night thoughts, Sophia?" he inquired, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

Selene sighed, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "Yeah, Oscar. Just... processing everything. The Quads' birthday, the whole mate revelation coming soon."

Oscar, his eyes reflecting the wisdom of ages, nodded understandingly. "It's a lot to take in. The whole mate thing is both a blessing and a challenge."

Selene's brow furrowed slightly. "You seem pretty calm about it. Do you really believe we're fated mates?"

Oscar's reassuring smile never wavered. "I do. I really do. I've felt it, that unspoken connection, for a while now. But here's the thing—you're not eighteen yet, and that's significant for werewolves. We want you to feel the mate bond too, not just us feeling it for you."

A shadow of panic flickered in Selene's eyes. "What if I don't feel it, Oscar? What if this is all just... a mix-up?"

Oscar gently took her hand, his touch grounding her turbulent thoughts. "Selene, trust me. You will. The mate bond is powerful, and when it happens, you'll know. But until then, we wait. No rushing, no pressure."

A glimmer of relief softened Selene's features. "Thank you, Oscar. I appreciate your understanding."

As they stood under the vast expanse of the night sky, Selene's thoughts took an unexpected turn. "What about your brothers, Oscar? How do they feel about all this?"

Oscar hesitated for a moment, his gaze thoughtful. "We're a close-knit unit, but each of us has our own way of dealing with things. Ronan is stoic, Connor wears his heart on his sleeve, and Hudson, well, he's the thinker. They all care about you, that's for sure."

Selene's uncertainty surfaced. "I'm just not sure how I feel about them. It's not easy, Oscar."

He nodded, understanding the complexity of her emotions. "Don't rush that either, Selene. Just be yourself. Let them reveal who they are, how they feel. You'll know them better that way."

A wistful smile tugged at Selene's lips. "You're wise beyond your years, Oscar."

He chuckled, a sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. "Comes with being the second eldest Quad, I guess. But seriously, Selene, give it time. Let things unfold naturally."

Under the celestial ballet, where the moon held court in the midnight sky, a silent witness to the clandestine affairs of hearts, Selene and Oscar stood as mere players in the grand tapestry of fate. The moon's silver radiance, a spectral spotlight, accentuated the delicate dance of emotions that unfolded beneath its watchful gaze. Their words, imbued with the weight of unspoken destinies, resonated like notes in a nocturnal symphony, an ethereal melody that reverberated through the unseen realms of werewolf existence.

As Selene and Oscar lingered beneath the cosmic expanse, the night seemed to stretch into infinity, cocooning them in a timeless moment suspended between the mundane and the supernatural. The nocturnal symphony, composed of whispered confessions and shared vulnerabilities, unfolded like a musical composition, each word a carefully orchestrated note that added depth to the ever-evolving melody of their intertwined destinies.

The moon, the maestro of this celestial orchestra, cast its silvery glow upon the pair, lending an otherworldly brilliance to their nocturnal encounter. In the delicate interplay of shadows and moonlight, Selene's uncertainty and Oscar's wisdom became harmonious counterparts, blending seamlessly into the symphony that echoed through the werewolf realm.

As the midnight hour wove its enchantment, the mysteries of fate continued to unfurl, and Selene and Oscar found themselves swept up in a cosmic waltz, twirling through the uncertainties that defined their shared journey. The moon, the silent luminary overseeing this intricate dance, bestowed a benediction upon their connection—a connection that transcended the boundaries of the mundane world and delved into the profound mysteries of werewolf existence.