"When you were four years of age, before your parents moved you to that hideous, dirty city. Your father wanted the talisman adjusted, so that you would never take it off. Your mother had done so, which, as you can predict, is ultimately what led to her unfortunate demise. A strange move of Matthieu's at the time, as I felt he was robbing you of feeling whole and feeling the joy that magic most definitely now brings you, even though he planned to reveal all when you turned eighteen. But ultimately it was always all part of Her plan, of course."
"Her plan?" I asked.
"The Moon Goddess to Lycans. Or to the rest of us, quite simply the Divine," he replies, gesturing to the heavens, "it is important for you to know, Ella, that they're one and the same."
I take a deep breath and nod.
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