Zayn Chaos
“The only way to find answers is if you’d talk personally to the Moon Goddess,” Sanaya spoke, her voice steady but her eyes hesitant.
I turned to her sharply, her words striking through me like lightning. The Moon Goddess. The one we prayed to, the one who wove fate with her own hands. A whisper of hope stirred in my chest.
“But there is little chance for that,” Sanaya went on, her gaze softening as if she already regretted giving me that flicker of hope. “Only one out of a hundred ever succeed. You need such force to even summon the Goddess. And even then, she may not answer.”
Her words tried to ground me in reason, but I was already soaring far beyond reason. I had always been desperate when it came to Aila. She was not just my mate. She was my compass, my undoing, my rede
