A voice slithered into my ear, soft as silk yet cold as ice, seeping into my bones like a winter wind that refused to leave.
"Don't worry. Your true mate is on his way to get you. You will be whole."
I stiffened. My breath hitched in my throat, my body locking in place as if invisible chains had tightened around me.
That voice—her voice.
The Moon Goddess.
Her presence was everywhere and nowhere, pressing against my skin like a whisper of unseen hands. My heart pounded, the sound loud and ragged in the suffocating silence of my bedchamber.
I clenched my fists so tightly my nails dug into my palms, sharp crescents of pain blooming against my flesh.
I had spent years screaming at the sky, pleading for answers, for justice, for mercy.
But now? Now, all I wanted was silence.
Yet she wouldn't leave me alone.
My lips curled bitterly, my breath shuddering out in a sharp exhale.
"Your true mate is on his way..."
What was I supposed to do with that?
