Chapter 67

The unsettling conversation with Amy had left me with a lingering unease that I couldn't shake. I knew I needed to tell someone at once. After the jail visit, I rushed home and found my mates sleeping, just as I had left them.

I woke them, and their grogginess vanished when they saw my face. They were instantly alert, and we called Armand who arrived quickly. My voice shook as I told them what I’d done.

I thought they would be upset with me for wandering out in the middle of the night alone, but they didn’t even flinch when after said those words. I explained everything.

"Something's not right," I began, my voice low but filled with concern. "Amy, she...she’s crazy, but she seemed to know something about what’s been going on with the vampires.”

The triplets exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions a mix of anger and worry. Cheney spoke first, his voice tense. "We need to confront her, Beryl. Find out what she knows, what she's planning."

Brian nodded, his jaw set in determination. We must find out what’s going on. If she knows something, we need to know."

Nicholas, always the level-headed one, added, "But we need to be careful. We can’t push too hard. If we do, she’ll clam up or just start screaming profanities."

He looked to his father, who’s head was down. “Dad, I’m so sorry, but I think it would be best if you talked to her. You’re the only one she might open up to.”

Armand, who had been silent until now, sighed heavily. "I know, but confronting Amy won't be easy for me. She knows my weaknesses, my vulnerabilities."

I reached out, placing a hand on his arm. "Armand, we're here for you. You're not alone in this." His gaze met mine, filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Beryl. I'll do what needs to be done."

After our discussion with Armand, I sought out Lily and Sophia. They were sitting by a crackling fire, the warm light casting dancing shadows across their faces. They tended to stay up later than anyone else, seeking the comfort of the moonlight after a crazy day.

As I shared the details of my conversation with Amy, their expressions mirrored the concern I had seen in my mates and Armand. Lily spoke up first, her voice steady. "We should research the dark magic she used, Beryl. If there’s even a remote possibility that she’s still using it we need to understand what we're dealing with."

Sophia agreed, her eyes focused. "Knowledge is power. If Amy is using dark magic, we need to find a way to counteract it."

I nodded, grateful for their support. "You're right. Let's start researching. There must be something in our history or legends that can help us."

In the days that followed, I delved into ancient texts and scrolls, seeking any mention of the dark magic that Amy might be using. It was a daunting task, the library filled with volumes that held centuries of werewolf knowledge.

One evening, as I pored over a particularly old manuscript, I felt a strange sensation wash over me. It was as if a presence had entered the room, a force that transcended the physical realm.

The moonlight streaming through the window intensified, casting intricate patterns on the pages before me. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, and then I felt her presence.

The moon goddess.

As I basked in the ethereal presence that surrounded me, her voice echoed in my mind, a melodic whisper that held the wisdom of ages.

"Beryl, child of the moon, you seek answers, and I shall provide guidance. Within the world of the werewolves, myths and magic intertwine, a tapestry of light and darkness."

I nodded, feeling a sense of awe. "Tell me, Moon Goddess, about the myths and magic that shape our world."

She began, her words like ancient verses. "In the heart of our world lies the primal magic, the source of our shifting abilities. It is the light that courses through our veins, granting us strength and resilience. But there exists another path, a darker one."

I leaned in closer, eager to learn. "Dark magic?"

"Yes," she affirmed. "Dark magic is a corruption of the primal magic, a perversion of its power. It is fueled by negative emotions, by hatred, and by the desire for control. Those who wield it seek to bend the natural order to their will."

My mind raced with questions. "And Amy, is she using this dark magic?"

"Indeed," the moon goddess replied solemnly. "Amy has delved into the forbidden arts, seeking power to further her own ambitions. But dark magic always comes at a price, a price she may not yet fully comprehend."

I furrowed my brow, seeking to understand. "What price, Moon Goddess?"

She paused for a moment, her voice carrying a weight of ancient knowledge. "The more one delves into darkness, the more it consumes them. It severs their connection to the primal magic, leaving them vulnerable. Amy may wield power now, but it will come at a great cost to her."

A sense of clarity washed over me. "So, she may have power, but she's losing her connection to what makes us werewolves."

"Yes," the moon goddess affirmed. "She is trading her birthright for fleeting power. But remember, Beryl, you have the light of the primal magic within you, and with it comes the strength to resist the darkness."

I nodded, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. "I won't let her use this dark magic to harm our pack. I'll find a way to counteract it."

"You are brave, child of the moon," the moon goddess whispered. "But remember, the balance between light and darkness is delicate. Be cautious in your pursuit of knowledge, and may the light guide your path."

With those words, the moon goddess's presence began to fade, leaving me with a profound sense of determination. Armed with newfound insights and ancient secrets, I was ready to face the darkness that threatened our world.