My Unfated Mate
No, she couldn’t possibly be a fairy.
“Wait, who are you?” I asked into the night, as if the stars could hear.
Apparently they could, because her voice echoed in the wind, “I am the night, and the light.”
“Dora, who is she?” I asked my golden wolf out loud, forgetting about her absence.
“I think you already know who she is. Angel, the moon is crescent, full and withers in the last quarter, letting the sky be dark. The moon is all, child, mother and crone.” Dora’s voice filled my mind.
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