Chapter Eight

Carrie’s POV

A few days passed, and I sat in the lounge; my mother sat beside me and placed her hands in her lap, a smile spread across her beautiful face.

“Carrie, you are exceptional. I think your mother would be proud despite the differences between me and her. If she were still alive, she would be brimming with pride over how you have turned out.” I smiled, unsure how to respond. I knew the history between my biological mother and Isla. She was the woman who had bought me up and always been honest with me about where I had come from. I knew my mother's name was Mora, and she had been the chosen mate of Isla’s first destined mate, but I didn't know much about my birth father. Mora had messed about with a few people, so nobody had been sure who he was, but he must have been pretty powerful for me to have inherited these powers.

"Thank you, mother. Luna Isla," I responded, my voice filled with gratitude and a tinge of sadness. "I appreciate your kind words, and I know my mo