[Phreya]

“In order for you to fully understand what we are up against,” my mother began, her smooth, melodic voice ringing through the silent war room, “I feel I must tell you a story. Of a goddess and how she fell—in the worst way possible.”

“Where did she fall from?” one of the shifter elders asked.

My mother attended the elder with a slow, graceful turn of her head. “It is not where she fell from, Elder. It is what she fell into.” A faint, bitter smirk touched her ...