The Silver Creek pack house had never seen anything like me before.
I stood at the forest edge where I'd played as a child, but the woman looking at the familiar stone walls wasn't the same person who'd fled this place in tears a month ago. Silver light rippled beneath my skin like captured lightning, and the ancient moon-shaped birthmark on my shoulder blazed through my jacket like a beacon.
"Jesus," Jake whispered beside me. "Even I'm getting chills, and I'm on your side."
"The air itself is responding to her," Logan observed, his amber eyes tracking the way grass bent away from my feet, how nearby trees swayed despite the still evening air. "I've never seen anything like this level of environmental resonance."
"Because you've never seen a fully awakened Moon Daughter before," I replied, letting the power build until it became visible—silver fire dancing around my fingers, aurora-light trailing in my hair. "Neither have they."
