Moon Goddess?
Jo frowned, the words lingering oddly in her mind.
Of course she knew who the Moon Goddess was.
She was the creator of werewolves, the one who had gifted their kind the sacred bond of true mates.
But why would Evelyn — a small, innocent girl — claim to have seen a vision from the Goddess herself?
Jo studied the little princess quietly, smoothing her hand through Evelyn’s soft, mixed-color hair.
Children had vivid imaginations.
It was normal for them to believe in dreams, in visions, in imaginary friends.
Still, something about Evelyn’s trembling hands and wide, frightened eyes unsettled Jo.
Was it really just a dream? Or something more?
She shook the thought away, not wanting to dive too deep into things she didn’t understand.
When Evelyn slipped away — leaving the
