Morrigan POV
The moment Lily's shared power pushed against my shadow magic, memories I'd hidden for three hundred years came flooding back like a dam breaking.
I staggered backward, clutching my chest as pictures flashed through my mind. A young woman with silver hair stood in a grove just like this one. Her Triple Moon Mark burning with pure light as she tried to heal a pack torn apart by war. The look in her eyes when she realized her power wasn't enough to save everyone she loved.
That woman had been me.
"No," I mumbled, shaking my head to clear the memories. "I'm not her anymore."
But Lily was looking at me with those wide, innocent eyes that looked exactly like mine had once looked. Before I learned that hope was just another word for pain.
"You're like me," she said softly. "You had the Triple Moon Mark too."
