Chapter 159 Generation waters
Chapter 159: generations waters
Damon's POV - Sacred Waters
The Heart of the Mountain. I had not seen it in fifteen years, not since my mother brought me here the night before she died. Every detail was exactly as I remembered. The glowing moss, the crystal formations, the pool that legend said could heal any wound.
"This is impossible," I said through our bond. "This entire section of the mountain was sealed after my mother's death. My grandfather made sure of it."
"Why?" Milo asked, still staring in wonder at the ethereal beauty around us.
"Because this place is dangerous. The water is not just water. It is blessed by the moon goddess herself, or so the stories say. It shows you the truth, whether you want to see it or not."
Milo walked to the edge of the pool, his reflection shimmering in the crystal-clear water. "Truth about what?"
"About yourself. About what you really are beneath all the masks we wear." I padded closer, my massive form reflected beside his smaller one. "My mother brought me here when I first started showing signs of the beast curse. She wanted me to understand what I was becoming."
"Did it help?"
"No. It showed me the monster I would become. I ran. I was so terrified I shifted for the first time and could not change back for three days."
Milo's hand found my fur, gentle and reassuring. "You are not a monster."
"Are you sure about that?" Without warning, I nudged him with my massive head, sending him tumbling into the pool with a splash.
"Damon!" He surfaced, sputtering and laughing. "You absolute beast!"
"Yes, that is literally what I am."
He splashed water at me, which was rather ineffective given my size. "Get in here."
"I am too big. I will displace all the water."
And it was true, the water was so Clan,so calm, and untouched that I felt unworthy to deep myself inside it.
"Then I will have to enjoy it alone." He floated on his back, arms spread wide. The water made his skin glow with that same ethereal blue light like a blue motes attracted to his skin, "This is incredible. It is warm!"
Against my better judgment, I stepped into the pool. The water was indeed warm, and something else. It tingled against my wounds, not painful but electric. I could actually feel the gashes beginning to close.
"Your injuries," Milo said, swimming closer. "They are healing."
"The water has properties. My mother never explained how, just that it was sacred." I lowered myself until I was mostly submerged, careful not to create a large disturbance to the calm water.
I looked over to see purple glistening eyes staring intently at me.
My heart missed several beats in a row…
“Tell me more, I want to hear it.” Milo acting freely brought a rare smile to my face, he was cute and looked like a spoiled Illy child, no atom of the scared or insecure omega i had seen the first time he came to my palace, disguised as his sister.
Now standing in the clear sparkling pink, all wet and dripping, I fought the urge to scope him like a delicate cute doll and choke him with kisses. my cute little wolf…
“I am still here”
I realised how stupid and dumb I must have looked, staring blankly at him for seconds.
If I were to blush, my whole body would be up in flames already.
"Sorry, as I was saying, my mother said the pond was believed to have been formed from the goddess' tears, as she mourned for her mate that died in war. According to her, it was here that the first ever werewolf to walk the earth found each other and instituted the concept of mate. It has always been used as a mating site, a sacred place to institute the mating traditions, until…”
I paused to look at Milo who was too focused and invested to notice my pause, not wanting to spoil his beautiful moment, despite my biassed opinions about the stories and goddess as a whole, I continued,
“until greed of men overcame their senses. Because of the healing property of the pond, a great war ensued between the werewolves that lasted for years and generations, finally it divided us into two. "
“...Righteous and the unrighteous packs” Milo's voice came as a whisper. Finishing my words for me.
Milo swam in lazy circles around me. In the strange light, his purple eyes looked almost silver, before he wedged himself between my arms, "Tell me about her. Your mother."
"She was everything Luna should be. Strong, compassionate, wise. But she was also sad. She knew about my curse before anyone else. She could see it in my eyes, she said. The beast waiting to emerge."
"That must have been hard for her."
"But she never let it show, She trained me, prepared me, told me the curse was not a burden but a gift. That one day, I would need that strength to protect something precious." I watched him float. "I think she meant the pack, but now I wonder if she meant something else…."
My unspoken words hovered over us. Milo stopped messing around with the waters, his eyes lifting to look at me with intensity.