The Night Wolf novel Chapter 83

"Dad what's going on?"

Now that Willow thought about it, it did make sense, since she had never met her paternal grandmother nor any of her father's relatives, but she had never wondered about it before.

"Don't be nervous, she won't eat you, that's for sure." Axel joked.

"I'm not." Said Willow, and she really wasn't nervous, after all this was her grandmother, maybe she was a tiny bit nervous about being accepted by her grandmother who was also a goddess. Aren't goddesses supposed to be in a state of peace, joy and happiness? So she was kind of looking forward to meeting her grandmother.

But boy was she wrong.

Willow put on the dress, it was too pretty and Willow wanted to gush on the dress but she felt too nervous to. The dress was white and off shouldered, it was a high low with stones studded into the bodice of the dress. There was also a single silver anklet with a tiny crescent moon hanging on it and black lace gloves, Willow must say that the goddess had the best taste in fashion.

Willow followed her father who lead the way over to the garden, where the goddess was supposed to be in.

The moon goddess is what her father called her. She was the one had given life to the werewolves and vampires, faeries and witches and is the one who chooses a person's mate.

Willow listened to her father's explanation. And in no time she stood outside in a wide garden, it held flowers from daisies to peonies all in the shade of white. In that wide garden, sat a mystical being on a circular golden table, sipping from a white teacup. Willow was awestruck as she stared at the woman before her, who looked straight out of a painting, with the giant moon behind her and stars glinting on the dark sky.

The woman, had her snow white hair down with a silver diadem around her forehead, her light brown skin contrasting with her hair. She was wearing a long white dress which left a long tail behind her. The artist in Willow was itching to paint the beautiful scenery before her.

The beauty in front of her, turned her head to look at Willow. Willow's breath was stuck when she saw the familiar blue eyes stare at her. The beauty looked ageless, as if she was frozen in the prime of her youth, but her blue eyes, the very eyes Willow had inherited, said otherwise. It was as if she had seen it all, every single thing.

"Your highness." Axel bowed his head and got on a knee.

Willow's eyes widened when she saw her father and followed suit clumsily. "Your highness." She squeaked, making her cringe at the way her voice came out. She was taken aback for sure, because this isn't how she imagined her first meet with her grandmother to be.

"Rise." Came a mellifluous voice from the beauty-goddess, before her. The goddess waved her hand over to the seat before her, beckoning for her to sit down. "You may leave." The goddess looked at Axel, her voice cold.

Axel's smile tightened. "Well you see, I was explaining some things to my daughter. So if you may excuse us-"

Axel glared at the goddess. "I'll be back soon, to bring my daughter back." He walked away in a huff.

"Sit."

Willow jumped when she heard the goddess talk, as she had been longingly looking at her father walk away, she didn't want to stay here! "Yes of course, thank you." Willow clamped her mouth shut before she could say anything else as she took her seat.

A maid walked over and poured into a teacup. Willow, with her shaky hands gripped onto the teacup, under the scrutinising gaze of the goddess. "Thank you."

The garden was silent as Willow raised the teacup to her lips and blinked when she sipped, in confusion. Scrunching her brows she sipped again, to taste hot chocolate again. She was very sure that her cup held hot chocolate. Willow peeked over at the goddess, over the rim of her small teacup.

"Do you not like it, pet?" Came the cold voice of the goddess.

Willow nodded. "I do, I like it." She wasn't lying though, this hot chocolate was too rich in its flavour, she felt like she was drinking warm chocolate from the chocolate factory of Willy Wonka, but one doesn't drink hot chocolate from a teacup! But she was too nervous and was afraid that if her answer didn't please the goddess, she'd be toast, a literal toast. "I'll thank you, goddess."