Mira’s POV,
The days after the full moon ceremony felt like living in a dream from which I could not wake. Everywhere I walked, whispers of the pack members followed me.
“Messenger of the Moon!” they mumbled as if the words themselves had power to do something magical. Some of them showed their respect toward me, while others began fearing me, maintaining a distance.
Every dawn since that night of the double moons, I woke with the same fire in my chest. Some days it was calm, burning me slowly. Other days it raged like an inferno, clawing at my ribs as if desperate to break free. Maybe that was the nature of the Moon Goddess’s magical gift.
And in the next few days, I clearly understood that if I wished to live with it, I needed to master my newfound power.
Kieran entrusted me to the
