Natalia’s POV
The Moon Goddess took a step forward and smiled.
“Hello, Natalia.”
I stared for a long moment. Rubbed my eyes. Blinked, trying to dispel the strange hallucination. None of it worked. The woman continued to stand there, smiling serenely at me like I had invited her for tea.
“This isn’t real,” I whispered. My hands were shaking as I stooped to pick up the shattered pieces of my cup, refusing to look. “You’re not real.”
Pale feet gently padded over to me. She crouched and picked up a shard of ceramic, studying it, before holding it out to me on her palm.
I froze, staring at the ceramic. Her smile never wavered.
I knew this couldn’t be real. The Moon Goddess was a myth, a legend made up to explain why we had wolves. But when I reached out and took the shard, her palm was
