FIONA
I took a deep breath and began cautiously.
“When I was eighteen,” I said, “I had a dream,”
The expression on his face didn’t change.
“Go on.” He said curtly and I sighed again.
“The moon goddess appeared to me,” Even as I spoke about it, it was like I was back there again. I could feel the icy caress of the water, the way it had licked at my skin. “She… offered me a choice.”
“A choice.” Ethan’s uncle repeated like he didn’t believe me and it took all my self control not to get defensive
“Yes. A choice.” I said through clenched teeth. “I could either get my wolf or, I could get the one thing I wanted more than anything else. The gift of healing.”
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“Most werewolves receive their wolf without being offered a choice. What made you different?”
I shru
