#Chapter 63- Slow Kiss

Cora The motel room was dimly lit by the single lamp on the nightstand, casting soft golden light over Kingston’s face as he sat beside me on the bed. Riley was fast asleep in the other bed across the room, curled under a blanket with his little arms wrapped around his stuffed dragon. His breathing was soft and even, completely unaware of the storm raging in my chest. I couldn’t sleep. Not with the weight of my wolf’s words echoing inside me. You are the Moon’s Daughter. It had sounded powerful. Ancient. Like something I should understand, but didn’t. And what scared me the most was the flicker of truth I felt when she said it, as if the words weren’t just metaphor, but true, meaningful prophecy. It was a destiny I hadn’t asked for. A title I didn’t want. “Kingston,” I said softly, turning toward him. “What does it mean? The Moon’s Daughter.” He blinked, then turned to face me fully. He had been watching Riley—his son—with tear-filled eyes. I don’t believe I could