*Arealla*
Marcus looked at me confused for a moment, almost like he couldn't trust what he was seeing. And almost like what I said made little sense to him.
I couldn't be sure entirely what he was thinking. I wasn't the Moon Goddess. I couldn't read thoughts the way she could.
Though there was no doubt in me that I had some of the gifts of the Moon Goddess in me. There was no doubt that more than just some of her power flowed through me now.
But I still wasn't her.
“I've seen you before," he whispered, unsure of his own words.
I could feel the warmth of his skin through my palm. I could smell his scent, as wild as the forest. I could smell his strength.
There was the difference between us. I could tell my own scent now, too. I smelled like moonlight, but he smelled like the forest.
