We are born to be real.

Not to be perfect.

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Moon heaven

The moon goddess Selena sat on her golden throne, clothed in a pure white dress that hugged her white pale skin , her golden crown placed upon her head , her white long hair flowed like a running river from her head down to her waists ,looking at her she was really a queen but she was feeling anything but that at the moment.

A bottle of glass held between her soft delicate hands trying to drown the sorrow she was feeling deep inside her soul.  just because she was a goddess doesn't mean she does not feel, quite the opposite. She has been the goddess of werewolves for Hundred years, thousand years even millions of years it's was getting tiering , for how long will she continue with a sad and boring life ,she  doesn't care anymore.

She was a goddess who has everything between the palm of her soft delicate hands except love. Love every one needs love, even the immortals and cold blooded beast from hell. Love was our and rare. It's brought sanity to her creation. She wanted a mate love for herself.

Almost half way through the glass she poured more from the bottle into her glass and held it back to her mouth, she was going to need more wine because these was not going to fill the empty void in her heart, until then she continued drinking. 

Her royal servents quietly watched their queen from afar, how she Consumes cup after cup until there was nothing left to be drank making them lose count.

They pited their queen,there have watched her for millions of years trying to act strong but cry sliently alone when she thought no one was watching but today her strong amore wasn't strong enough. Even the strong can be weak.

With nervousness one of them walked towards her scared and trembling.

"M m..my lady we have been waiting for you to pair these new born wolves as mate already". Said the anxious servant. A werewolf family just gave birth to a new born baby girl and there's also another baby boy of about six months mateless.

She angrily stomped on her feet,her face flushed,clench fists with a tight lipped smile ,the glass that was held in her hands fell down her feet creating a crashing sound . she walked into her sacred room pushing pass the door towards her pairing mirror which she uses to pair soulmates together and starting chanting some Ancient Greek words out loud. Her white clothes together with her white long hair turned to black and the mirror in front of her also turn black.

Normally the mirror was used to pair wolves happily into soulmate. She must be in a happy and joyful mood before a mate could be formed but now she has done the opposite of what was meant to be, before she could realized her mistake, its was already too late, all the anger, frustration and self pity has now turned to sadness and remorse.

She had paired hate instead of mate, it was already late to recreate.

Now only destiny could decide their faith.

Oh oh... What have I done she said.