Chapter One Hundred & Fifty-Five: The Wardrobe

Velma took in a deep breath and stood up from the bed, pacing about the room. Her mind was a refuge for disarray. It seemed as though she usually misunderstood the messages of the moon goddess.

At first, she had been told she moved faster than her shadows, now the moon goddess was telling her to hasten her moves. She had even sent Velma a dream as though it will make velma take if more seriously.

The part that bothered Velma the most was the death of her father and her mate; Artemis.

Why should I even care? She asked herself bitterly. He had never acknowledged her.

Then she remembered the itch she had felt in the dream. It had been so realistic and every part of her senses being disturbed replayed in her head, causing her to shiver a bit. She knew that no matter what, she never wanted to feel that way— be it a dream or as part of reality.