Cora
The road blurred outside the window as we sped by. I sat in the passenger seat of Kingston’s car, arms wrapped around myself as silence stretched between us.
Riley slept peacefully in the backseat, curled under a thin blanket, his soft breathing a comfort in the dark. But inside me, there was nothing peaceful.
The Moon’s Daughter.
The words echoed like a drumbeat in my chest, loud enough to drown out the quiet hum of the engine and the tires on asphalt. What did it mean? What was I supposed to do with something like that? Where would I even start when it came to fulfilling this prophecy?
I hadn’t even known who I really was for most of my life—just a mother trying to protect her son, a woman trying to survive. And now I was… a prophetic savior?
My wolf stirred, quiet but p
