'Please, Moon Goddess, if you can hear me, please let Micah be my fated mate,' I say, and a tiny shooting star instantly soars through the sky, ever so quickly near the moon.

　　Any unease I was feeling has now gone. I smile, close my eyes and take in a deep breath of the night's cool air. Relaxed, I close the packhouse door, gingerly hum, and skip all the way along the corridors and up the stairs to my chamber.

　　As I enter my room, I hug the dagger Micah gave me before I set it down on my dresser. I'm probably the only girl who has daggers in place...