As fate would have it, the moon and the deities had not abandoned the werewolf race, and under unusual circumstances, Aldrich welcomed Maggie back.
Selene thought that if this was the answer from the gods of fate, she would accept it, even if she had no choice.
“Can I know what my father was like?” Maggie asked, tilting her head, her gaze locked onto Selene. In the past, the man would look at her just like this under the moonlight and the shadows of the trees. She used to find it annoying and would lightly swat his hand to stop him from staring, but he never moved his gaze.
Other than this one thing, she found it hard to see her father’s reflection in Maggie.
“He was a very loyal man, not very expressive, and he was incredibly dedicated in everything he did,” Selene spoke about her former lover with a measured tone, trying to convey all the good qualities of the man she had loved. “He was also very skilled with his hands; he used to be a skilled carver and could create remarkably accurate replicas of artifacts from museums.”
With a tinge of regret, she continued, “However, since he only used his skills to create small trinkets to amuse me, there aren’t many of his works left. When it was just the two of us, the room was filled with various objects, many of which he made himself. At that time, I said that when a child is born, these could be their toys. Your father took it seriously, and he said that when you were born, he would carve a one-of-a-kind toy just for you. As if you were a unique child in this world.”
Maggie leaned into her, “That sounds lovely. I want to meet my father and see those toys he carved.”
“You’ll have the opportunity. When you return, you might be able to find other mementos from your father. When you find them, please remember to keep them safe.”
“Don’t worry, Mom.” She squeezed Selene’s hand.
“We finally had a chance to meet, and aside from these things, there are other things I want to advise you on.”
Maggie sat up, “I’m listening.”
Selene tightly held her hand, which had become stronger than she had imagined. In the future, Maggie would face countless challenges, as she had chosen the more difficult path, rather than the safe and secure one she had originally envisioned. She needed to confront these difficulties on her own, without the possibility of turning back.
Fortunately, she had used her remaining power to bind Maggie and the child of the new leader, likely to become a werewolf named Aldrich. She didn’t know if this was a good thing; the power of the deities was limited, and there were no all-knowing and all-powerful gods in the world. Even with the ability to see the future, it didn’t necessarily determine destiny.
But at least, from a mother’s perspective, having someone by her child’s side who could face challenges together was not a bad thing.
So now, she needed to impart all her knowledge to Maggie.
“You have all my power within you, the power of the moon. But right now, you can’t use this power skillfully. You’ll need the help of other entities, such as the Energy Orb or Energy Bead, to release that energy. For this reason, when you return to your original world, you need to work harder than before to practice, so that this power can be smoothly activated when needed.”
Maggie nodded earnestly, indicating that she had taken this to heart.
“Besides this energy, you’ve also inherited the power of foresight from the deities. Foresight manifests differently for each person based on their constitution. Your Grand Elder, for instance, has natural talent and combined it with cultivation to excel in using a crystal ball to intuitively see the future. Others who may not have such innate talent might turn to cards and text for divination, interpreting the future from the arrangement of cards. In your case, without the cultivation, you can only see the images in your mind,” Selene explained.
Maggie quickly realized, “My dreams! When my dreams feel so vivid, does it mean they are some form of precognitive dreams?”
Selene nodded in approval, “You’re quite clever. Dreams not only reflect your subconscious, like your fears and anxieties, but they can also predict the future. However, this ability is a gift that only some possess. Your gift is strong because you’re a descendant of the deities. Deities don’t need any external tools to see the past and future. So, when you repeatedly experience the same dream, it suggests a higher likelihood of it coming true. If you feel anxious or keep thinking about something, and you dream about it, it means your subconscious has triggered your foresight to understand the future of that matter. In such cases, your dreams likely represent foresight.”
Maggie grew a bit anxious, “So, if I dream about something but I’m not sure what clues in reality it corresponds to, what should I do?”
For example, the other day, she dreamed of that dark forest, heard the haunting, mournful wails echoing through the forest, and saw a figure collapsing in front of a wooden hut, but she didn’t realize what it meant. Consequently, she missed the opportunity to save the Grand Elder.
“Go find the High Priest of your tribe. Each wolf pack has its High Priest, and they are the ones who understand foresight the most in each community. Many of them have the gift of foresight themselves, and most of them are also descendants of the deities. Tell them about your dreams in every detail, without leaving out anything, even the texture of leaves, everything you can see in your dreams.”
“But I’m unsure. Will they trust me? In their eyes, I’m just an ordinary human who happened to awaken the Energy Orb, and a large part of them believes that the energy doesn’t belong to me, but it was awakened by the two children in my womb who have werewolf blood.”
Especially after her pretense as a werewolf was exposed, life in the Blue Moon Pack became even more challenging. Apart from Elizabeth and Thomas, no one genuinely acknowledged her as Luna. This was why she made so much effort to save the Grand Elder and seize every opportunity to prove herself.
Selene affectionately ruffled her hair, “People inevitably fall into the trap of self-validation. It’s a societal constraint imposed on individuals. People fear living under scrutiny, distrust, exclusion, and hostility, and I understand that. But Maggie, you’re your father’s daughter. He spent his entire life in a large family where no one remembered who he was or acknowledged his achievements because he was just an ordinary guard. In the end, he died on the battlefield, no different from other soldiers, nameless, faceless. Just a soldier.”
“But he never complained to me about why no one would see him. He only lived in his own eyes. In his eyes, he was loyal to his duty throughout his life without a single moment of slackness. He didn’t need to prove if he was useful or not. I saw it, and he saw it.”
“All you need to ask yourself is if you’ve given it your all. As long as you feel you’ve done your best, that’s the best there is.”