I stood there in silence, overwhelmed. I didn’t know what to say or how to act. I was face to face with the Moon Goddess herself. My thoughts were a total mess.
She was sacred to every werewolf alive. Why would someone as divine as her come directly to me? I wasn’t special. I wasn’t anything.
“That’s not true, Lyra. You are far from nothing,” Isolde said gently, and it hit me then—she could hear every one of my thoughts. I stared at her, speechless, unsure if I even needed to speak aloud. If she could already hear my thoughts, what was the point of saying anything?
“Lyra, all of this was always meant to happen the moment you turned sixteen. No matter how hard your father tried to crush you,” my mother told me, her voice firm but warm.
“So… that’s the reason he tried to keep me locked u
