CHAPTER NINETY FOUR
“Wait a minute,” Nash says, unable to contain himself. “Does that mean Layla is actually my great great great - however many times - grandmother?”
Ayala shrugs. “How am I supposed to know?”
“She must be,” I say. “The ancestor who passed down a moon rabbit pelt through your family, through your pack.”
Then I turn back to Ayala. “What happened then?”
“I stepped forward and gave myself up, knowing that my Star Twin would have lifetimes to establish a pack, grow strong, and one day bring forth a Crescent Child to retrieve me. I hoped, with the naivety of youth, that she might use that time to discover how we might shift, and so I would return to a world where I could finally take my place among the wolf shifters.”
“So Layla founded our whole pack,” Nash murmurs, as if he can hardly believe it.
“Now here you are, with little Stella, calling me back from the celestial world. Things certainly have changed,” Ayala says, looking around at the interior of the car.