** Paige’s POV **

I can’t stop staring at my hands. They look the same as they always have… the faint freckles, the small scar near my thumb from when I sliced it open cooking years ago, but I can still feel what they did. The warmth that had pulsed beneath my skin is still a low pulsing hum, a heartbeat that doesn’t belong to me.

Ronnie’s words won’t leave my head.

“Not Moon Child magic... then what in the Goddess’s name are you?”

I keep hearing them over and over, like ...