It still felt impossible.
Dawn arrived wrapped in silver mist.
The mountains rose like giants from the earth, their peaks hidden behind clouds that glowed faintly beneath the morning sun. The air was colder here than anywhere Selene had ever traveled. Every breath burned slightly in her lungs.
And with each step toward the mountain path, the weight on her shoulders grew heavier.
The Last Moonborn.
The words refused to leave her mind.
She had spent most of the night staring at the stars, replaying Astra's revelation again and again.
Ridiculous.
Terrifying.
Yet every strange thing that had happened since the auction suddenly made sense.
The power.
The visions.
The creature's recognition.
The dreams.
The prison.
Everything connected back to her.
And Selene hated it.
Because she had never wanted power.
Never wanted destiny.
Never wanted to become the center of some ancient prophecy.
She wanted her children safe.
That was all.
Nothing else mattered.
