The Underworld Trials of Luna
“But I’m a mortal,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I’m…just a person. Just a girl.”
“Oh, as if there’s no power in that,” Laila says, laughing a little. I turn my eyes to her, shocked. “Who taught you that mortality and girlhood had no relationship to power? Whoever it was…did you a great disservice.”
I just stare at my friend for a long moment.
Then I close my eyes again, exhaling a long breath, turning to my wolf, studying her. She pants eagerly, excited, the mists of my power clinging to her fur in a thousand drops like water, each a tiny prism, a diamond reflecting the light.