#Chapter 64- Power

Cora The road blurred outside the window as we sped by. I sat in the passenger seat of Kingston’s car, arms wrapped around myself as silence stretched between us. Riley slept peacefully in the backseat, curled under a thin blanket, his soft breathing a comfort in the dark. But inside me, there was nothing peaceful. The Moon’s Daughter. The words echoed like a drumbeat in my chest, loud enough to drown out the quiet hum of the engine and the tires on asphalt. What did it mean? What was I supposed to do with something like that? Where would I even start when it came to fulfilling this prophecy? I hadn’t even known who I really was for most of my life—just a mother trying to protect her son, a woman trying to survive. And now I was… a prophetic savior? My wolf stirred, quiet but present. A pulse of power throbbed just beneath my skin, as if something ancient was beginning to wake. I glanced at Kingston. His hands were steady on the wheel, eyes forward, jaw tense like