Damien’s entire body is tense, every muscle coiled, prepared for a fight. But as the figure steps into the moonlight, his stance shifts. Not into ease, but into something sharper, more alert.
Raven instinctively pulls Cora closer, but the child doesn’t react in fear. Instead, she stares, her golden eyes locked onto the stranger as if she already knows her.
The realization strikes Raven like a cold gust of wind. The Moon Goddess.
Chandra’s gaze flickers over Damien first, assessing him with a calm that makes his muscles coil tighter. Then, slowly, she shifts her focus to Cora. The moment their eyes meet, something passes between them—something unseen, something Raven doesn’t understand.
“She is perfect,” Chandra says softly. Her voice carries an otherworldly echo, as though it exists be
