CHAPTER 19

The leader of the Crescent moon, Lucas, looked at the supreme leader of the witches, her holiness, in shock. His mind processed the thought that he had just heard her say and he wondered if he hadn't misheard the woman. How was he, a lowly leader of the Crescent moon tribe, be betrothed to a woman as high and mighty as her Holiness? It couldn't be, he thought. A mere werewolf like him was nothing if they were being compared. Her Holiness was a woman of high caliber and the leader of all the witches that ever existed in the world. One order from her and even him would be butting heads with other lowly servants to get her wish done. The only person that Lucas was sure was higher in position than queen Jezebel was the moon. Her Holiness was someone who even had the privilege to see the moon goddess, even if it was ten times in a day. For someone like him who was only a leader of a small tribe, the only times that he had the chance to see the moon goddess was when there was a meeting for