#Chapter 85 – Moon Dreams

Alyson I dream of the moon goddess, the keeper of wolves, and the one deity who saved my life. I see her long, silky hair, her bright cloudy eyes, and her charming, yet saddened smirk. She stands on nothingness, floating through the navy sky, her dress flowing in white silk that leaks into the cloud of which she hovers above. Bowing my head, I dare to weep in her powerful presence. "Have I died?" I ask, too scared to hear the reply. Her hand hovers over my cheek, not touching me physically but instead grazing my surface with a gentle mist. I meet her gaze, her eyes squinted in a fashion that makes me sure of my question. Of course I've died. "No, not quite yet," she hums, her voice like church bells behind a gentle stream in the woods. She smirks, folding her hands over her lap. "I didn't want to pull you back in, Alyson, I just felt I should interject and seeing as you've deteriorated in the presence of wolfsbane in your blood, I felt it was an easy access to pull you