Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and are not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in any sexual acts if their ages are not mentioned before hand; are over 18 years of age. Enjoy
Hi everyone,
Thankyou to everyone who wrote and sent feedback. Well here it is, chapter 11 the last of the Kiss of the Moon series, don't get mad with how it ends, there is a sequel to Kiss on the Moon and I will write it, right after I've written three side stories involving several of your favorite characters from the Kiss of the Moon series.
Have fun, don't forget to vote and all comments are welcome.
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~The end and the beginning were always there,
Before the beginning and after the end. ~ T.S Elliot.
**One year later…**
Grey-hawk quickly made his way to his seat knowing he was late but it was almost impossible to get anywhere near here in a taxi, as all the streets for several blocks in any direction had been closed down. He glanced around and smiled when he saw Cass seated near Amy. He would know her anywhere, he told himself. His wolf roused from his daytime slumber as he sat near Cass, he leant forward and smiled at her.
Cass smiled and turned to him, "Hi Grey-hawk," she greeted.
"Cass, how have you been?" Grey-hawk asked, his eyes quickly roamed over her, she was more beautiful than he remembered; she had lost that slightly haunted look of her abuse. Her hair was left loose today in red waves and curls. His black eyes locked with her hazel ones for a moment and he felt his wolf start to pace in his mind, wanting to come out and smell her, to see if she was his ultimate match.
"Good, I've spent most of the year at my grand da's ranch," she answered.
"So have you moved back to the city," Grey-hawk asked.
Cass nodded, "Amy offered me a job as her P.A a few weeks back, with the cubs so close she says she needs the help with everything she's doing," she said, excitement about her new job clear in her voice.
Grey-hawk frowned, "If you needed a job I could have helped you out? My company is always in need of good staff."
Cass smirked, "No… I can't work for the man I intend to date," she told him. She stood and walked off as her phone had started to buzz.
Grey-hawk smiled to himself as he watched her leave; she wanted to date him. His wolf settled, he would get his chance to smell her soon enough. Grey-hawk turned to Wolfgang who was seated across from him. Wolfgang smiled and winked.
Everyone settled as Bob stood before the microphone. Directly behind him a large covered statue drew everyone's attention, granite walls curved around the statue in a perfect semi circle. The names of those who had died, both the innocent and the fighters were engraved and highlighted in gold making the names stand out against the black granite, a sad reminder of the cost of war. Bob had decided against separating the Were and Others from the humans so they were mingled together. A small letter next to each name; H, W or O, were the only indication of race.
Bob cleared his throat and smiled, "Hello everyone, today has great meaning, this hour has great meaning. A year ago today we decided our futures…"
Amy took a deep breath as she rested a hand on her swollen abdomen hoping the added pressure would make the cubs settle down, it felt as if they were having a royal rumble inside her. Wolfgang's hand joined hers on her belly; his hand inched forward and linked his fingers with hers.
You okay? He asked her silently knowing that the cubs could come any day now.
Fine… I just wish they would stop using my kidneys as punching bags, she replied.
Wolfgang smiled and turned his attention back to Bob who was giving a speech about what had happened here a year ago today. They had chosen shortly after the dust settled and the last of the leaders were rounded up that a memorial for all those who died had to be built. Since it was the only building that had been destroyed, it was quickly decided that the building the fates had hated would be the site of the memorial.
Bob had decided it would be best to mix the ceremony, blending human and Were traditions, since the Others tended to have the same beliefs Were did. A funeral mound had been built off to the side; each log had one name carved into it, one log for every person killed. Elders sat around the burning mound Wolfgang and Bob had lit earlier; it would be their responsibility to continue the ceremony through to completion. Bob knew however that a more permanent memorial had to be built, so a statue had been commissioned and the war memorial built.
Amy took a deep breath and shifted in her seat feeling uncomfortable. Her mind refused to focus on anything other than the fact that the triplets were being demanding and they weren't even out of her yet. She felt restless, as if something was going to happen she just couldn't decide what it was. Taliesin and Mryddin had both explained that Amy's abilities would be off during her pregnancy; that her normally reliable senses should not be relied upon.
"So without further drawing this out, I call upon Amy to come and reveal the statue for the memorial," Bob said loudly snapping Amy out of her daze.
Amy turned and sighed. Wolfgang stood and helped her to her feet as getting up and out of chairs had become difficult. Amy walked up to the dais with the slight waddle of her late pregnancy, she winced as she felt a cramp ripple through her body starting in her belly. She closed her eyes for a moment as she went to walk up the few steps, now… you choose now to make your way into the world, she complained as she mounted the steps and walked up to Bob.
Bob picked up her hands and brought them to his nose, "How much longer?" He asked.
"About twelve hours," Amy told him seriously as she released his hands and walked over to the covered statue; she wanted to get this done as fast as possible as she did not know how quickly her labour might progress. Amy reached up and pulled the cloth from the statue then stepped back to admire the well-made bronze statue.
She was in the middle of the group, in full saber/human hybrid form; her mouth was open mid roar, showing her deadly teeth in all their fierce glory. A young girl was hugging her leg and Susan was lying at Amy's feet with several bullet wounds in her chest, firing a gun. Sage was poised ready to take flight, her wings partially open, her legs bent and her sword ready in her hand, a cut marred the side of her face from a sword graze.
Amy remembered vividly this scene, she had just turned Susan, to keep her alive; Susan had taken several bullets saving the girl who hugged Amy's leg. Amy had gone almost into a rage and shifted into her hybrid form after turning Susan, she then ran rampant on the enemy.
I am what I'm not and I'm not what I am, the first words she spoke after she slid back into her human form and one of the men she had spared asked her what she was. I am what I'm not and I'm not what I am, that sentence taunted her, she knew it was the answer, but she didn't know the question.
The little girl who had hugged Amy's leg that day stood beside Sage. Her parent's had been killed but Wolfgang and Amy had quickly found her a home with Sienna and Gillian. It didn't matter that she was human and she was going to a Were family, all that mattered was she would be safe and loved. Amy stepped aside, not that she really had to the statue was twice the size of life.
She went to the microphone, "Bertrand Russell once said, War does not determine who is right, only who is left. War was what some wanted but they were not the ones left behind to clean up the mess they created; we did. Win, loose… even those who are victorious loose," Amy gestured back at the names, "Families were broken, parents lost their children and children lost their parents. But we came together, fought together, we did the one thing that they didn't think we could do," Amy paused her eyes scanning the crowd, some people were crying. "Those who fought are more than heroes, more than patriots. There is no name for what those people are. Hopefully a name will never have to be made, hopefully this will never happen again; that we have learnt from it." Amy took a deep breath feeling the pain of a contraction ripple through her.
"Life is a gift we will not waste,
Together we fought,
So together we live.
Friends as it should be,
To those who died,
You will not be forgotten," Amy finished.
"We will not forget," was echoed by the Were present.
Amy gripped the dais as another contraction rippled through her. Wolfgang joined her as others started to walk around the memorial. Wolfgang wrapped an arm around Amy's shoulders and kissed her forehead.
