Chapter 12 – 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.