Chapter 82 What The Moon Left Behind

• Zoey’s POV
• Three Weeks Later
• This morning is the most alive I’ve felt in weeks, although most of that feeling of life comes from the nervousness curling tight in the pit of my stomach. It isn’t the light streaming through the windows of Anders’ cabin, or the faint scent of brewed tea and burning wood that greets me as I wake. It isn’t even the strange sense of purpose that has quietly taken root inside me since that day.