Lysa
I emerge from the meditation, my mind a whirlwind of images and revelations. The high priestess's, because that's who she was right now she was not Tori, her voice, once a soothing lullaby, now echoes ominously in my ears. I've seen the earth, my earth, drowning in a sea of negative energy, a dark maelstrom that threatens to consume all that is good and pure.
The goddess chose me, a young werewolf, part fae folk, and gave me Amelia a psychic empath, to be the healer of the earth. It all makes sense now. My unique heritage, my empathic abilities, they all played a part in the goddess's grand design. She crafted me, molded me into the perfect vessel for this monumental task.
"I think I got it right this time." Her words echo in my head.
Doubt creeps in as I stare at the vastness of
