Ellie POV
The dreams were getting worse, or at least stronger. I wasn’t sure if worse was even the right word. Ever since Nolan’s trip to the altar in search of the Goddess’s blessing, I’d been having strange dreams.
I knew by now that the staff in the packhouse was paying attention, and the staff was probably the source of half the rumors about me. I also knew there wasn’t much I could do about it.
I couldn’t even really blame them for being curious. What was happening to me was… strange. They wanted to know if their Luna truly was chosen by the Goddess. They wanted to know if there was something about me that had caused all the unusual events that had plagued the pack these last few years. It was normal for them to wonder if something extraordinary was at play.
I couldn’t blame them
