Aria’s POV
The moon’s power was addictive. More than once, I had to swallow the urge to howl excitedly at the Moon Goddess, who sat aloof on the moon, watching me gently.
Her direct descendant lived within me.
Undiluted.
True.
And damn, did that feel incredible.
The wind tugged at my hair, sending a chill across my skin, but it felt good. Everything was quiet. Too quiet—except for the occasional rustle of leaves. Whitee was the one walking, her careful eyes scanning between the trees.
Always alert.
I should probably tell her to relax, that no one would see us out here.
“Feels good to be out here,” I said, breaking the silence.
Whitee stopped in her tracks. She sniffed the air and looked back toward the distant alpine trees with a strange gleam in her eyes.
“What is it?” I asked.
