Free Love Begins in Hell (The Moon Journals: Part 1) by Ally Thomas Page B

my angry mood lifted.  “Are you okay?  Truly?” he asked.  He gestured for me to sit by my mother.  I muttered that I was, even though I was greatly confused and reeling from the hurricane of emotions flooding my system.
    “Amore.  I couldn’t wish anything more for you, my daughter.  I’m so pleased.  You’ve done very well,” my mother mused.
    “Who will have revenge on the Werewolf King, Moon Goddess?” Dante asked, directing his question to my mother after we, ladies had settled on the bench and he stood nearby.  The moon bathed us all in its light.
    When my mother answered him, I nearly passed out, not because of exhaustion, but because of shock.
    “You know the answer to that, Dante,” she began.  “You’ve shared your blood with my daughter.  Have you not?  Lucifer’ blood flows in her veins now.  Does it not?”
    He nodded at the same time I glanced up, not believing the gesture he made.
    “What do you know?  What do we know here?” I yelled, realizing I was in danger of losing my patience and having the Wolf burst forth and interrupt our reunion.
    “The bond of our blood,” Dante spoke up.
    “Yes,” my mother said.  “You will be my daughter’s champion then and she will be yours.”
    “Oh, wait a minute.  What do you mean, Mother?  I can defend myself.  I don’t need anyone’s…” I started.
    My mother stopped my next words by gripping my knee in her bony fingers.  A twinge of pain radiated down my leg.  “That is true,” she began.  She took both my hands in hers.  “If you have not completely changed by now, you will be the next full moon.  Tasting even a drop of this demon’s blood has shifted your path as a werewolf.  You must be very careful because you are a danger now to yourself as well as others.  You need a protector.  His blood has activated the curse you were born with.”
    “No,” I whispered.  “That can’t be.”
    My mother nodded.  Dante knelt before me and rested his hand on my other knee.  “I’m sorry, Elana,” he said.
    “Sorry Hell,” my mother exclaimed.  “No, this is perfect.  Neither of you knew, but this is perfect.  Just as it is written in the Book of the Moon, a wrong can be righted by those bound to the moon. Both of you are bound to the Moon.  Don’t you see?”
    This time I watched as Dante struggled to understand my mother’s rapid discourse.  She leapt from her place on the bench and pranced about the white beach, dancing in delight and triumph.  “Don’t you see?  The red moon in Hell.  The white moon in the Garden.  You both are children of the Moons.  Whether you are a werewolf or a demon, even a dragon or vampire.  You are chosen by a Goddess or God.  And when a wrong is made…”
    “Because both of our mothers are witches?” Dante blurted out.
    “Both of your mothers are goddesses,” she corrected.  “Yes, and those Gods and Goddesses reign supreme over Heaven, Hell, and Earth.”
    Dante joined me on the bench, clearly shaken.  “I need to sit down for a minute,” he mumbled.
    “Great things are in store for you, my boy, for both of you.”  She chuckled softly, and then louder with a laughter of hers I had long forgotten.  It was a quiet sound that lodged in the back of her throat at first and grew in volume when she knew she risked all by vocalizing a defiant response in front of my father, but she did it just the same.  The sweetest of threats.  “Yes, you have the right to seek revenge on the one who caused harm to your mother.  It is written.  No one is allowed to mess with a goddess, in this realm or others.”
    Dante took my hand in his.  He was shaking or I was, or we both were.  The news of our ancestry was overwhelming.  It left me motionless.  I simply clung to Dante’s hand, keeping my body steadfast to his side.
    “What do you want to do, Elana?” Dante asked me.
    My mother interrupted without anyone asking her, a personality trait that reminded me of my