CHAPTER 27
AURORAMedusa stared at me with both immense fear and great pride. Inside my back, the stone cast power down my spine and through every bone in my body, the sheer force fabricating the idea that I could both destroy and repair our lonely world with just one growl.
When she stepped closer to me, she smiled. “You have more power than you think you do, Aurora.”
“It’s the stone,” I whispered. “The stone is giving me power.”
“It’s not the stone.” She grasped my chin and stroked her thumb against my jaw. “It’s you.”
Surely, she had to be joking. I had never been strong or wielded any sort of power. If I had been truly powerful, I wouldn’t have been treated so poorly as a child, right? Mom would’ve been ecstatic to make me alpha.
After she pulled the sea-foam veil over her face, s
