**** Enzi ****
The last thing I remembered was Simon and the hospital floor. Now I am in a fracking wildflower meadow. What the hell? How is Simon? My mate! Oh, holy Goddess, my mate!
"She's fine. Or she will be."
I turn toward the calming, musical voice and see a gorgeous woman with silvery blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. I recognize her immediately. Three and a half years ago, I dreamed of this woman, and she told me to go to the ball where I met Alyssa. When I recounted that dream to my mother, she was convinced I'd met the Moon Goddess, and at the time, I wasn't, but now I am. Of course, it's rare, but in every generation, a few people claim to have met her. It's why our belief remains so strong.
"You're the Moon Goddess!" I feel an unusual sense of panic. That's definitely not
