When the Moon Goddess left the garden, it was past three a.m. Flames from the bonfire nearly licked the bottoms of branches, other wolves were returning to their cabins for the night, and Isabella walked with me through the hundreds of flowers with the same shocked expression that I must be wearing.
My mother had only ever told myths of the first two divine wolves, their strength comparable to the gods and the somber stories of their departure from this world. Two wolves who had been destined to be together, forced apart by evil and death.
I’d never thought it was real.
Before we reached Isabella’s cabin, I grabbed her hand and tugged her in the direction of the waterfall. Tonight was the first night we could truly spend together. And after what the Moon Goddess had told us, I wasn’t go
