Tanya’s POV
The dream shifts.
One moment I’m standing barefoot in that clearing, still tasting the word latent in my mouth like poison… and the next, I’m staring up at the Moon Goddess’s silver symbol, glittering in the grand ballroom’s domed ceiling.
The change in sound was the first thing that hit me … it was not the sound of wolves howling this time, but music and laughter. Slow and elegant music, echoing off polished marble and crystal. The laughter threaded through it, soft at first, then sharper when I caught sight of the groups clustered together: the kind of laughter that hid the goosips, power play and judgements in plain sight.
Men and women of power hiding their savagery under sleek suits and dresses walking around the hall with their wine glasses in hand, eyes moving over o
