A daughter.
The room feels suddenly different.
A daughter.
Moonwright blood in a girl again.
Like Celeste.
Like Elara.
Like Lilith.
Morgan meets my eyes.
“This changes things.”
“Yes.”
Because divine daughters in Moonwright history are catalysts.
They don’t suppress.
They don’t hide.
They awaken.
And Ashcroft knows it.
When I leave the medical room, Kade is waiting.
He searches my face.
“She’s okay.”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“It’s a girl.”
The words land between us.
He freezes.
Then his expression shifts.
Not fear.
Not worry.
Something softer.
“A girl.”
“Yes.”
He exhales slowly.
“That feels… right.”
I nod.
It does.
But it also feels dangerous.
Moonwright daughters change history.
Ashcroft tried to erase them.
Lilith became one.
And now—
I’m carrying one.
That nig
