“War?” Everyone froze.
Rowan’s hand tightened at my waist and I wanted to shiver, but I nodded. “War.”
“How do you know?” Toya leaned closer. Everyone had finally settled in and forgotten that the king of our kind was sitting next to me.
“Has the goddess ever spoke to you?” I looked at her.
“The goddess? Like the moon goddess?” Micca nearly fell from her seat, but I just nodded.
“Some of us are blessed to communicate with our goddess. Some get feelings, guided by her hand. Shamans get visions.” Rowan looked at me, and I could see the question in his eyes. But I knew it wasn’t time. I shook my head slightly, and he refocused on Toya. “Some others are gifted from the goddess herself. Lycans, when they come of age, are visited by the goddess.”
“Visited how?” Wendy was almost enthral
