Chapter 158
Chapter 158
Ellie POV
It was raining again.
The kind of steady, unhurried rain that made everything in Moonstone shimmer. The packhouse windows were blurred with it, the world chilled and greyed out.
I’d always loved the sound of rain. It was soft and rhythmic, like a symphony, but lately it only made me uneasy.
Ever since Kieran’s last visit, the dreams had changed.
They weren’t just whispers anymore. The goddess’s voice was clearer-still distant,
but insistent. Each night I woke with fragments of words on my tongue, half-
forgotten before I could write them down. Sometimes, I’d feel a presence beside me, gentle but heavy, as if someone had just left the room.
I didn’t tell Rae. Or Cassian.
I told myself they had enough to worry about. I tried to focus on the twins, the hospital, the work of everyday life.
But the truth was, I was afraid. Afraid that speaking the dreams alond might make them real.
When Alaric asked to see me that morning, I almost said no. He’d been watching me more closely lately, his gaze sharper, his questions softer. Something in his demeanor told me he already knew more than I did.
Still, I went.
The Moonstone packhouse had always felt welcoming, but the inner halls of the basement level were different, older, quieter, their walls lined with ancient carvings that seemed to hum faintly when I passed.
I followed Alaric down a narrow corridor I’d never seen before. The twins were with Claire for the afternoon, and the quiet pressed around us like fog.
We stopped before a door made of pale wood carved with the phases of the moon. Alaric rested his hand against it, murmured something that sounded like a prayer under his breath, and the door swung open with a sound like a sigh.
“Come,” he said softly.
The air inside was cool and fragrant, touched with sage and something sweeter- lavender, maybe. Crystals and candles filled the shelves, glittering in the pale and flickering lights.
In the center of the room stood a low table, and on it, a crystal sphere the size of my hands together, its surface shot through with faint veins of silver.
I hesitated on the threshold. “What is this place p>
Alaric’s expression softened. “A sanctuary. It was your mother’s once p>
The words caught me off guard. “My-my mother p>
He nodded. “Her name was Selene. She was remarkable. Gifted, even among the seers of Moonstone p>
I didn’t know what to say. I’d seen pictures of her, faded ones on the shelves and walls upstairs, but the woman in those photographs was always a stranger. A smile without a story.
I only knew it was my mother because of how startlingly similar w looked.
“She had a strong bond with the
goddess,” Alaric continued, his voice
low and reverent. “It ran in her
bloodline, though in her, it shone brighter than any before her. When she spoke, even the ai seemed to listen p>
Something inside me stirred at that. “You mean-magic p>
He smiled faintly. “Not in the way you’re probably imagining it. The goddess’s touch isn’t a trick or a spell, it’s a connection. A dialogue between spirit and the divine. Your
mother carried that connection with
grace p>
I took a step closer to the table, my gaze drawn to the crystal. “And you think p>
“I know you do,” he interrupted gently. “The dreams, the storms, he way you feel
energy before others sense it. It’s the same gift. The same calling p>
I shook my head. “No. I’m just-
“Elaine,” he said quietly, using the name only family did, “You’ve already heard her.
You’re already listening. That’s more than most can manage p>
My throat tightened. “Then what does she want from me p>
“That,” he said, “is what we need to find out p>
He gestured to the crystal. “This belonged to your mother. It’s made of pure moonstone She used it to commune with the goddess directly, when dreams were not enough. I’m not as strong as her, but even I can manage a bit with this. It’s the thing that led us to you in Silver Fang p>
“What?” I asked in shock.
“Did you think that we found you by mistake? We’d been searching for years I
think that your mother led us to you when you were ready to come home p>
I stared at it, its pale surface glowing faintly in the dim light. “What happens if I touch
it p>
Alaric’s gaze was steady. “You’ll see what you’re meant to see. Nothing more, nothing less p>
I hesitated. My hands trembled at my sides. “And if I’m not ready?