Ivy:
I looked at the book in Damon's hands, relieved to see it was still there. Thinking that the text Doris craved so badly still being in our possession meant we had a win, but that small thought did nothing to soothe the anger that had braided so profoundly into my soul that I felt like I had lost a part of me.
My story felt nothing like my grandmother's or my mother's. I almost felt cheated.
"I need to speak to the moon," I mumbled aloud, surprised to find my head swimming as if I could tumble over at any moment. I felt myself drifting to that place where my ancestors howled their painless joys as my mate's fear filled my ears.
"Don't worry, boys. She is seeking out the goddess for guidance. She'll be just fine." my grandmother's voice was the last I heard as I was transported int
