She danced under the moon, happily. Her face shown right under the moon as if she was the daughter of the moon goddess.

I was given another chance to have a mate. And that other mate is a human: My comfort. Who would have guessed my comfort would be my mate one day.

She was clueless of this scent since she is a human. Instead, she danced around the moon, having a wide addictive smile on her wonderful face.

"Crescent, do you feel it?"

Did she feel it also?

Moon stood up and I wished I could grab her and claim her right under the moon tree.

"This place feels...