Ch. Is a mistake from the Moon Goddess 472 Is a mistake from the Moon Goddess 472

Chapter 472 

It was late by the time everyone had left. I took my food in small bites, in between children, but everyone was topped up before I sent everyone home to sleep. The children would wake up tomorrow charged with energy, enough to make it to next weekend. 

I sighed as I shut the door. Then turned back to everyone sprawled around the house. “Are we ready?” I yawned as I turned to Alannah. “Did you get all of your laundry done?” 

She nodded. “Yeah. I just threw it back into the bags.” She nodded to the pile by the stairs. 

Rick pushed up from the couch. “I’ll grab our stuff.” I nodded. 

Shelly pushed up and grabbed a sleeping Abby. “It’s time baby.” I shook off my magic and opened my arms. 

“Give her to me. I’m going to feed her some power as we cross, so when I remove the curse, she will be strong enough to fight it with me.” She swallowed past the lump in her throat and nodded. 

“Okay.” She slid Abby into my arms and I started to feed her energy. “Are you going to be okay to do this?” 

I nodded. “Yeah.” A yawn broke through. “I’m tired, but once we are out of here, I won’t have to worry about work or anything tomorrow. So it’s fine.” Shelly laughed. “No work, but a war.” I lifted my shoulder. 

“Meh.” I smirked when she laughed harder. 

She shook her head. “I’ll help Rick with everything.” I nodded and walked around, sealing the house. No one was going to get in here while I was gone. Once that was done, I went upstairs to the bedroom and sat on the bed, closing my eyes, and focusing fully on Abby. I heard everyone come in and out of the room, dropping off bags, but that turned into background noise. 

“Amy.” Someone grabbed my shoulder and I jolted. I looked up to find everyone standing around me. “Are you okay?” Rick sounded a little concerned. 

“Yeah. Just tired.” I stood up. “Are you ready?” Everyone nodded. “The first night will be a little cramped. But I hope you guys don’t mind. I figured Carly and Abby can share her room tonight. I already talked to Toya and Wendy, and they decided to share a room, so one of you can take Toya’s room. But one couple will be in the living room.” I looked between them. “I’ll let you guys decide. But tomorrow Toya and Lynn will be leaving with me, leaving Wendy in her room, and my mom in mine. The couple that take’s Toya’s room can stay there, and the other will take Lynn’s.” 

They all nodded. Abby sighed. “I get to stay with Carly?” 

I chuckled. “You do, well until everything is safe again and you can come 

live at yo 

new home. 

Her eyes cracked open. “Will it have a backyard? Our home here doesn’t have one, and I want to plant a garden.” 

I nodded. “Of course you can have a garden.” I looked up at everyone else. “Are we ready and decided?” 

Shelly nodded. “I know Abby will be safe upstairs, so we will take the living room, I don’t want Alannah sleeping on the couch pregnant.” Alannah looked like she could cry. 

“Thank you, but we are the omega’s we are just happy to be safe.” She waved her hands. “It’s enough to be safe with our pup.” 

Shelly shook her head. “We already decided. Plus, Amy already said that omegas aren’t treated like lesser beings in her father’s pack.” She grabbed her hand. “We want you two to realize that, Starting tonight.” Shelly grabbed two bags. “Let’s go.” 

I nodded. I locked the bedroom door and sealed it before opening up the closet. Toya, Wendy and my mom were already waiting as soon as the door opened. They walked past me and started grabbing the bags. Within a few minutes, everyone was settled in their rooms, and we were all downstairs. 

“I have everything you told me to grab at the kitchen table.” My mom nodded to the dining room, and I followed her in. 

I looked down at Abby. “Are you ready?” She nodded. “Do you feel strong enough to fight?” I slid her on to the table, while Toya grabbed a small pillow for the couch for her head. 

“Fight?” 

“Yeah, sweetheart. This is a battle, just like any other you might face in life. Do you know what a battle is for?” She shook her head. “We go to war for a few reasons. Our freedom, our families. But every battle we have is for one thing. Our lives.” 

“Isn’t that the same thing?” 

I shook my head. “Wars are made up of many battles, and like I said, it could be for a million reasons. But my dad always said a battle is for your life. You’re right to live, to survive, to thrive.” I laid her back. “Are you ready?” 

She took a deep breath. “I’m ready.”