Stella
My legs were frozen in place. Even with Marcus’s arm wrapped around my chest, I don’t think that I would be able to move either way. All of this was a lot of information to process. I was a freaking descendant of the damn Moon Goddess. All these years, I believed that I was nothing but your average werewolf. There was no way possible that I had royalty in my blood.
See, there was a time when the future Moon Goddess was worshiped. However, no one really knew how the Moon Goddess was chosen. What Marcus said was true. When a werewolf was alive, she had to be chosen as the Moon Goddess before her death. Only in death would she relieve the current Moon Goddess from her duties and replace her.
