I blinked, the library coming back into focus as Theronius's hypnotic spell faded. My mind buzzed with revelations that should have felt impossible, yet resonated with absolute truth deep within my soul.
"She's my mother," I whispered, the words sounding surreal even as they left my lips. "The Moon Goddess is my mother. And High King Theron was my father."
Harrison Thorne wheeled closer, his eyes wide with wonder. "My dear girl, this is... extraordinary."
I sat up straighter, feeling oddly light despite the cosmic weight of what I'd just learned. The pieces of my fractured identity were finally clicking into place - my unusual eye color, my latent wolf, the strange connection I'd always felt to the moon.
"Queen Lyra carried me," I continued, my voice growing stronger. "They wanted me. My parents actually wanted me."
