Introduction
"Ash, kan du ikke bare lade mig binde mig til min mage og gøre hende tryg, før vi kommer til at markere? Jeg vil ikke skræmme hende væk fra mig." Asher bad sin indre ulv.
Ash var en rigtig idiot.
"Jeg vil kun give dig lov til at tænke for os begge, når jeg får, hvad jeg vil have lige nu. Hvad jeg vil have, er, at du markerer min mage, så gør det så hurtigt som muligt." svarede Ash.
Asher havde en seriøs mental debat med sin indre ulv foran deres mage.
"Synes du ikke, at du overdriver hele denne sag, lad os hvile først!"
Hendes krop var blød som silke, og han følte trangen til at gøre, hvad Ash havde sagt, men hvorfor skulle han, når han kunne tale med hende og de kunne forberede en dag til deres markeringsceremoni.
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Lidien blev født med det ekstraordinære mærke, som var blevet forudsagt at være den sidste månegudinde. Det skabte frygt for profetien, men ingen turde fortælle hende det, da hun levede et normalt liv. Hun forventede at blive markeret på fuldmånedagen, ville dette være en måde at hævne sig på sin mage og familie for at have svigtet hende?
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Chapter 1
Uhøflig opvågning!
Hun rystede og kunne ikke acceptere, at hun måske drømte om, hvad der var sket med hende for tre år siden.
Hendes partner havde afvist hende, og hun kunne ikke engang forstå, hvorfor hendes forældre havde stået der og set ud som om, de ikke havde kendt hende hele hendes liv. Hun sad på restauranten ved siden af sin skolekollegie, i dag var hendes toogtyvende fødselsdag, og hun kunne kun ønske sig en tillykke fra sine forældre.
Siden hun forlod eller rettere blev forvist, havde ingen ledt efter hende, og ingen bekymrede sig om hende – det var vanvittigt, hun var deres eneste barn, men alligevel havde de ikke vist nogen medfølelse.
Udtrykket på hendes forældres ansigter den skæbnesvangre dag så ud som om, hun var en fremmed for dem. Hendes utallige skrig og jamren var frygtelige og smertefulde, og Asher havde bare siddet der og bedt de beskidte vagter om at bære hende ud, som om hun var en ligegyldig person.
Hun følte, som om hun blev gennemboret; hun var ikke fuld, men hun var heller ikke mæt, hun var bare i smerte, og hendes hud vred sig af smerte. Hun følte, mens hun sad der, at nogen måske havde forgiftet hendes drik eller den sandwich, hun havde spist tidligere. Det havde været hendes måltid i årevis, og hvis hun skulle have et perfekt måltid, ville det være noget ris og noget tynd grøntsagssuppe, som hun altid fik fra en spisested lige om hjørnet fra hendes kollegie.
Denne særlige fødselsdag føltes underlig, og hun følte, som om hendes krop blev sat i brand. I det mindste havde hun lavet nogle småjobs og fået sig en bil til at hjælpe med visse aktiviteter.
Hun slæbte sig modvilligt ud af restauranten og gik hen til sin bil for at køre tilbage til kollegiet. Mens hun kørte, følte hun stadig de brændende fornemmelser på sin krop, og hun gjorde sit bedste for at undgå at ramme autoværnet. Hun følte, som om bilen ikke længere blev kørt af hende, og hun kæmpede hårdt for at holde den i sin bane med alle de udfordringer, der fulgte med at holde den i god stand.
Hun kunne huske ganske godt, at hun havde sørget for at tage sig af bilen, fordi hun ville give sig selv en fødselsdagsgave, da der ikke var nogen til at købe gaver til hende.
Bilen kørte med høj hastighed uden at stoppe, og hun kunne kun bede til himlen om at være sikker.
I mellemtiden havde livet ikke været let med de ting, der var sket med deres datter, og hvordan hun var blevet smidt ud af flokken, som om hun intet betød for dem.
Edgar, Lidiens far, kunne kun sikre sig, at hans kone havde det godt, og da hun huskede, at fuldmånen for deres datters enogtyvende fødselsdag var kommet, kunne Lilian ikke lade være med at begynde at græde.
"Profetien, Edgar. Jeg ved ikke, hvordan min baby klarer sig derude. Hvad nu hvis forfædrene er stået op af deres grave og vil have deres hævn over hende?" sagde hun til sin mand, mens hun brød sammen i tårer og holdt fast i ham for støtte efter at have set, hvor rød månen var blevet.
"Jeg ved det, Lilly, vær venlig at være rolig. Ingen grund til at være bange. Husk hvad Asher sagde, han havde sendt folk ud for at holde øje med Lidien. Hun vil være i sikkerhed. Husk hvorfor vi gjorde, hvad vi gjorde?" forsøgte han roligt at trøste hende.
Hun var dybt såret og rystende, så hendes mand måtte give hende nogle beroligende midler, så hun kunne falde i søvn. Som mand måtte han bare sikre sig, at hans kone havde det godt og var ved sine fulde fem. Deres datter måtte være i sikkerhed, tænkte han dybt.
Hun lykkedes endelig med at få alt i orden, mens hun åndede udmattet. Hun var mere end bange, for det sidste hun huskede, var endelig at slippe fri fra bilens låse og springe ud af bilen. Hun kunne høre bilen køre mod et klippeområde, og hun hørte en høj dunkende lyd. Hun formåede at rejse sig og se resterne af sin bil, som ikke længere eksisterede.
Liggende på den iskolde jord, rystende, var det eneste, hun kunne huske, en furet menneske, der bar hende væk til et sted, hun ikke kendte.
Hun følte, at hun allerede var død. Men hvem var dette, der havde rørt hende så meget, at det føltes som om, hun var i armene på en engel? Mere som en engel, der var kommet for at redde hende. Måske var det hendes måneengel, der var kommet for at tage hende ud af hendes elendighed og smerte over ikke at have sine forældre omkring sig?
Hun følte, at hun blev båret og taget ud til stedet, hvor hun næsten var død, men måske drømte hun, for det føltes som om, hun var i dødens rige.
Hun følte en bestemt slags følelse og så følte hun en pelsagtig figur bære hende ind i en skovlignende sti. Hvor tog dette væsen hende hen, og er dette, hvordan de dødes land ser ud? Det føltes beroligende, og det føltes som om, dette rige forstod, hvad de gik igennem. Så ville hun have foretrukket at være her for længe siden, men det var heller ikke et forkert tidspunkt, for hun var til ingen nytte på jordens overflade, og det skulle være det bedste, der nogensinde var sket i dette liv.
Men sengen, hun blev lagt på, føltes varm, og det føltes fantastisk. Måske skulle hun have været død for længe siden. Det skulle have været en opvågning.
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