The car ride so far has been long and bumpy, just like car rides are designed to be. I groan as we hit another rocky bump. I shift in my seat, completely uncomfortable with the leather seats sticking to my skin. I just can't wait to get back to the pack and stretch my legs.

"You look tired." Conan speaks.

"You're the one who's been driving nonstop for hours." I point out.

"I just want to get home as soon as possible." He says. "No time for stops."

"You're lucky I don't have to pee." I mumble.

He laughs and takes his eyes off the road to look at me for a second.

"You should get some rest." He says. "I'll wake you up when we are there."

"That doesn't seem fair to you now does it?" I say. "Me, sleeping, while you are forced to stay wired and awake. Why don't we take turns driving?"

Conan smiles, "Don't worry about me, just worry about you."

I look at him, studying him. I don't remember a time where I have seen him this... happy. Were his words really true? Does he really need me? A part of me thinks it's all a ruse, but another part of me knows its true.

I smile to myself as I shove my hands into my pocket, closing my eyes, trying to fall asleep. I then snap my eyes open, my face changes to that of confusion when my fingers touch something small, cold and made of glass.

The bottle...

I pull it out of my pocket and examine it. I don't remember putting it on my person to begin with. I look over to Conan to see him focused on driving. The words of the old woman play in my head as I pull the cork out of the bottle.

I take a deep breath and drink it all.

Time passes and I feel nothing. I shove the bottle back in my pocket and sigh. I look outside the car window, groaning as I realize we still have some hours left till we get back to our own pack.

Suddenly I grow cold. I feel light headed. I look at my hands as I try and curl my fingers. My joints ache as I exhale, able to see it as if I was standing outside in the snow.

"I-I can see my b-breath..." I stammer out.

"What?" Conan questions.

Before I can respond, my eyelids grow heavy. I try to fight it but soon the darkness invades me. I feel as if I am falling, falling into a blackened abyss.

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I jump up and look around me. A light fog fills the area. Trees with no leaves are everywhere and the sky is so white it is almost blinding. I stand and look at the ground covered in dew drops.

"I have been expecting you." A voice echoes, sounding like small bells.

I look up at the source. A woman looms over me standing far taller than I. Her eyes look as if they held every star there has ever been. Her silver hair flows at her sides and her ebony skin almost reflects the night sky. I instantly knew who she was.

I kneel before her and bow my head. My heart still races as I wait for her to speak again.

"Arise, my creation, for now is not the time for formal greetings."

I stand up and look back at her. I gulp as her intimidating stare follows my every action. I step back, allowing myself to see more of her without straining my neck.

"You know who I am. I go by many names." She speaks. "The one your kind is most familiar with is Fengári, Goddess of The Silver Moon. I am correct, aren't I?"

I nod, "I am--"

"I know who you are." She says.

I take in a deep breath to calm my nerves before I speak again.

"Where am I?" I ask.

"You are in a place of its own, of my design. A place where the lost wait for my final decision."

She looks over to the trees and I follow her gaze. My eyes widen as I see spirits walking through the trees. They move slowly, never looking up from the ground as if they are searching for something.

"They wait here, in Limbo. A place that exists because I allow it to exists. They are The Forgotten." The Goddess speaks.

She looks back at me, her eyes piercing the very depths of my soul. She waits patiently for my next question, knowing what it is.

"Why am I here?" I finally ask.

"A dark shadow follows you." She began. "My children follow you."

"Your children?" I question.

"When I created your kind- and many others- I did not anticipate they would need so much... guidance." The Goddess says. "I needed extra eyes, extra hands, so my children came into play. For a time we did just that: guide them."

Her face changes into that of anger as she recounts the tales of betrayal. The white sky turns grey, mirroring her emotions. The spirits of The Forgotten let out quiet moans of fear as she spoke again.

"But they wanted more..." She says anger was prominent in her voice. "My children strayed from my moonlight and went to teach themselves with the knowledge hidden in The Temple of The Dark Side of the Moon."

"Evil lurks there." The Goddess booms. "Their minds became twisted shadowy remnants of their former selves. Once I learned of this treacherous act, I locked them away... at least I thought..."

Her eyes shift to my arm as she notices my old claw wound. She frowns and stares off into the distance as if she was studying something that I couldn't see.

"You have been scarred by my middle child. His claws are reinforced with pure silver that create wounds that linger forever."

I look at my arm and frown. A fire burns in me, feeding on my anger. I look back at her, determination eminent in my eyes.

"Tell me more about him."

She looks at me and gives one subtle nod.

"I named him Kosmas, though he now goes by a more twisted name. Discord, he calls himself- taken from his newly found passion. During his time spent in the temple, he studied The Tome of Entropy and found beauty in chaos."

She closes her eyes and remains silent for a moment, controlling her anger. The sky turns back to its bright white color and the spirits quiet down and continue to wander aimlessly.

"He wants nothing but destruction." She continues. "He took the form of a spiny spriggian and now commands an army of changelings."

"Changelings?" I question, growing fearful.

"That was what he was doing in your birth pack the night of the fire." The Goddess says. "He tested their abilities on the werewolves of To Dásos. So many of my creations... gone... in a single night."

My heart threatens to break as she mentions that night. Thinking on how my parents met their end at the hands of that monster causes my stomach to churn. A question pops into my head and I instantly look back at her.

"Alpha Alexander. The arrow, the figure, was it..?"

Her sad eyes say it all. Discord had killed him. I look down at the grass, my legs grow weak as I fall to my knees. No... no more. No more suffering. I've spent enough time grieving for those who are gone.

It's time to act.

"You seek revenge?" She asks, her voice filled with curiosity. "Then you shall have it. Put an end to Discord's rain of chaos."

I snap my head up to look at her, "But he's your son, your own child, you said so yourself."

The Goddess frowns, "When Kosmas made the decision to step into the temple, he died right then and there. His thirst for chaos has turned him into something... monstrous. Discord is not my son."

She looks at me, her face shows no emotions but her eyes tell every story. I felt myself become warmer as my eyelids became heavy again. I tried to fight it, wanting to know more information. This could be my only meeting with The Goddess Fengári.

"Do what needs to be done to save my creations." She speaks, her voice becoming distant. "Save them, Delilah..."

"Save them all..."