Raven cradles Damien’s limp head in her hands, her fingers trembling as she presses against the faint warmth of his skin. His breath is shallow, barely there, and every second that passes feels like it’s slipping through her fingers. But despite the panic clawing at her chest, her eyes remain locked on the divine figure before her.
The Moon Goddess, bathed in silvery light, radiates a presence so overwhelming that Raven struggles to find her voice. This is no hallucination, no fevered dream brought on by exhaustion. This is real.
"You are the key to saving our species," Chandra says, her voice soft yet filled with undeniable authority.
Raven shakes her head, disbelief clouding her features. "I'm nothing," she whispers. "I can’t even shift. How could I possibly save anyone?"
The Goddess
