His Blue Moon Princess
Chapter 36

Elena looks at me, waiting for my reaction. "...You mean, like a Blue Moon Clan?" Elena nods.

...What? But I've never heard of a Blue Moon Clan! Of all the Clans of Silver City, I'm pretty sure I've never heard of that one... I turn to Bobo to see if he knows something about such a name, but he is not reacting, looking just as confused as I am. "There is no Blue Moon Clan in Silver City," he says.

Elena nods. "To be exact, there is no Blue Moon Clan at all. Not anymore. But from what I know, there used to be one, far up in the North. I don't know why or how, but they were all... killed. The full pack. About eighteen years ago." That's when I was born...

What happened then? Who could have decimated a full Clan of werewolves? Usually, it's settled with a fight between Alphas, or the pack warriors, but there are always survivors who would become rogues or submit to join other clans to ensure their survival. But for a full pack to be killed... Unless they were attacked by humans or witches? Or vampires?

"Killed? An entire Clan? But... how?" I ask.

"I still don't know yet. But you and I are proof that some people from this Clan survived..."

"Wait, you are... I mean, you think you are from this Blue Moon Clan, too? Did you grow up in this Clan then?"

"No, no, I'm barely older than you, Nora. Someone saved me when I was an infant, and brought me to a childless couple of the Opal Clan here, in Silver City."

Now that I look at her from closer, it does seem like Elena is most likely in her early twenties, maybe younger... But I never imagined she might be an orphan. So, I guess she doesn't have any memories of living with that Clan or knows who are her birth parents either.

"The woman who saved me told that a Royal's family had been killed, and that she had found me alone in the middle of the... slaughter."

I gasp, stunned. A Royal Family? I've heard of it, but...

Among werewolves, Royals are the purest! Descendants from the very first werewolves, blessed by Moon Goddess. They have kept their bloodline so pure, staying away from humans and other species, that they are all born Alphas and deeply respected by other werewolves. Some even said they have abilities granted by the Moon Goddess herself... But I didn't think there were still families of Royals alive! They are the royalty for any werewolves' pack, but there is no known family like that anywhere near our area. "Royals? Are you sure?" Asks Bobo.

"For now, I am sure of nothing! I have no memories of surviving a m******e either. I just gathered bits of information from my adopted parents and older wolves of our pack... But I've seen Nora's wolf, and you did, too."

I frown. What does she mean with that? How is my wolf shape related to this Clan...? Both Elena and Bobo stare at me for a while, with complex expressions I can't decipher. I don't get it! "What do you mean?" I ask Elena.

"You are a pure wolf, Nora. Dark blue eyes and a perfectly white fur. Do you have any idea how rare is that combination among werewolves? It's almost legendary! And you even have a Clan's name as your given name!" "No, no, you said yourself, it is probably only the Clan's name. Even if I am from the Blue Moon Clan, it could just have been mistaken as..."

"Royal Families do take give and take their Clan's Names, Nora," says Bobo. "They carry it for generations until there is no more descendant, and usually a new Alpha from a dominant but non-Royal family takes over. Any Clan's name can be really old or newly made up, but only the Royals are entitled to carry it. And your father definitely knew who your mother was. Why would he have told you this was your last name otherwise?"

"One does not give a Clan's name to their child!" Adds Elena.

I look at both of them, stunned. No, I can't be a Royal's child! That makes no sense...

"Then why wouldn't that make you a Royal's child too? Aren't we related?" I ask Elena.

She laughs softly and shakes her head.

"We are related indeed, but I highly doubt I am the child of a Royal. Not directly, at least. I have gold eyes, and my fur isn't completely white like yours. One of my parents probably wasn't a pure werewolf."

But she is an Alpha, isn't she? My wolf can smell that she could be a serious opponent. I shake my head, lost by too much information.

"So you think my birth mother was...?"

"A Royal, yes."

But my dad was most definitely not... And until now, I thought there weren't any Royals left! Centuries have passed since the very first werewolves. How could we keep the blood so pure until now? I know that there was still some of them a few generations ago. Among Clans, it is known that Royals were treated like treasures because of their pure blood and abilities, and ruled any Clan they were in. By nature, they had to lead and rule; they cannot be submitted. But me, how many times did I give up while facing Alec or Vince?

Bobo gently pats my shoulder.

"You're probably mixed, Nora. He might not have been an Alpha, but your father's blood was most likely pure enough for you to keep some of the characteristics."

"But not all of them. I can't heal properly, and my shape-shifting isn't ideal either."

"Wait a minute... You can't heal fast?" Asks Elena, surprised.

I shake my head. "No... I still heal faster than a human, but my healing ability is not as good as regular werewolves."

She looks very shocked for a while, before pointing to herself. "Nora, I have the same issue! As far as I recall, I never healed properly!"

"Really?"

"Yes! So far, I thought it was just me being weaker than other werewolves, but now..."

She's right. If we are right about being related, and both experience the same problem with our healing capacity, that means it must be an issue with our blood. If we are indeed related to Royals, shouldn't our abilities actually be stronger than our peers? Why are we slow-healers? Is it because we are mixed, then?

"Did you experience anything else that's different?" I ask.

"Mind-linking. I'm much better at that than anyone I know, including my own Alpha. No matter the distance, I have no problem communicating with my pack members. I can even communicate with other packs' Alphas."

"Wait, aren't you an Alpha?"

She frowns. "No, I'm not. And I don't want to be."

But she definitely has Alpha potential, like me! I was certain she was her own Pack leader and can't imagine her in any other position. I want to ask her, but she clearly was annoyed by the subject, so I decide to give up on this one for now. "What about you?" She then asks.

"What about you?" She then asks.

"I can't, for now. I don't belong to any Clan at the moment, so..."

"You should try. With your Alpha mate."

"I don't really get how it works yet..."

"Nora, you're mind-linking. Like, right now."

I look at her, surprised, and at Bobo. Gosh, she's right! I did it without realizing because she started talking to me that way, and her voice sounded so clear in my head that I couldn't tell the difference. Elena smiles at me, amused by my reaction. "Don't use it too much on others, though. If you're like me, people might... not really like it."

"Why do you mean?" I ask, intrigued.

"You'll see."

She checks the time from the clock on the wall and frowns. Bobo nods and takes a look at the entrance. "You should go, Elena. Our pack will have noticed your presence by now." "What? Wait! We are not done talking!" I protest.

I still have so many questions! Elena is the only person so far who knows anything about my origins, and we even figured some of our issues!

But she shakes her head and puts her cap back on. "Sorry Nora, Bobo is right. I really wish I could, but I already stayed longer than I had planned to. But don't worry, I will keep searching for more information about the Blue Moon Clan." "When can we meet again?"

She winks at me. "I will replace you, don't worry. For now, don't tell anyone about what we discussed today, okay? No one but Bobo must know, Nora, it is really important."

But what about Damian? I don't want to have to lie to him! Not when we are starting to trust each other! Elena seems to read my thoughts and answers right away. Not your mate, Nora.

But...

If makes you feel better, you are not the only one with secrets. I wouldn't trust him so easily if I were you.

What do you mean?

You'll see.

She steps back and turns around to head to the exit, ready to leave. But just when she's about to go out, Nathaniel suddenly appears at the entrance of the salon. When he sees Elena, several expressions I've never seen him wear before follow one after another. Surprise, incomprehension, doubt... Elena clearly didn't expect to run into him either.

They stare at each other for a few seconds. He seems confused, but she's very calm while facing Nathaniel.

"Elena... What are you doing here?"

"I came to see Bobo." "Bobo?"

He looks in our direction, and Bobo immediately nods. Nathaniel stares at me, too, but I act innocent, like I don't know Elena. I don't know if he buys it, but his eyes go back to the pretty blonde, and this time he puts on an angry expression. "You're not supposed to be here."

"Are you going to kill me then?"

Her forthright question clearly destabilizes him, and he drops the angry act. I'm amazed by how composed Elena is, compared to Nathaniel. They stare at each other for a while, and their eyes seem to express so much that I feel like I'm eavesdropping on a private exchange. They might be mind-linking, but I can't tell. But after a while, Nathaniel silently steps aside, letting her leave without another word. He watches her figure as she steps away, and I can't help but wonder once again what's between those two...