Chapter 36
Zara’s POV
I was floating.
That was the first ridiculous thought in my mind.
Now I am channeling ancient power.
Not the moon is answering me.
Not everyone is kneeling.
Just—
I am floating.
Silver light spiraled around me in warm currents, lifting me inches above the courtyard stones. It did not burn. It felt like home.
The broken places inside me—the years of rejection, fear, hunger, loneliness—were suddenly visible.
And then gently touched.
Seen.
Accepted.
Fire rose beside my consciousness, no longer only a voice.
She stood vast and luminous within me, fur made of pale flame, eyes bright with ancient patience.
Now you remember, she said.
“I remember nothing,” I whispered.
Then we begin.
Images poured through me.
Not clear stories.
Fragments.
Women with sil
