CHAPTER 63

Artemisia "The moon had been stolen." "Stolen?" How was that even possible? I thought the moon was a stationary object which cannot be moved. Maybe my knowledge of geography was rusty. But, hearing this right now says otherwise. And with the look on everyone's faces, it seemed like that was the case. "Darling, you don't need to worry your pretty head about this." Laurent grinned. "Shut up," I mumbled, then concentrated on what Mila was saying. "The moon has been stolen and the goddess isn't answering us. We werewolves, we are on the receiving end since, without the moon, we are nothing. Our wolf form refused to come out and we are as powerless as mere humans." "Worst is, the people who came to terrorize us some days ago will be back anytime soon." She said, sighing. "Anytime soon?" The room was silent as Sin strode in. I felt everyone's eyes on him as he got closer. He shrugged, walking towards me. He ignored the eyes boring into him and concentrated on me alone. "Hey," I m