*Maeve*
I bet you didn’t expect to see me here.
It’s not my story, after all. At least, it wasn’t until the moment my son placed that heavy leather-bound book in my hands.
Once upon a time, a long time ago, I was a young woman on a mission to save my world from destruction. I’d been told it would end with me, that my powers would be beyond reason. But then… nothing. Hanna was the one who killed Tasia, the Lycennian Dream Dancer hell-bent on destroying everything, and everyone, we knew and loved. Hanna was also the one to bring forth the conclusion of the Moonstone Prophecy, giving birth to Selene, the next White Queen–our Lena, my beloved Lena.
I was happy to fall back into the background. All I cared about in those early years after the fall of Lycenna and Dianny were my triplet sons and my mate. I threw myself into motherhood. I threw myself into mending the fractured pack of Poldesse by Troy’s side. The years ticked by, quiet, uneventful.