Chapter 3: The Prophecy

Justin POV.

I know that symbol.

I have seen it several times over the years.

Why did that strange girl have it?

Nivia was one of the girls in my class. I didn't know much about her, except that she was on a scholarship here at our school. She usually kept to herself and hung out with that nerd named Mateo.

She was frail-looking and appeared like she suffered from some illness because she always wore a lot of clothes.

I tried to be nice to her because she helped me out with my classwork a couple of times.

And since she was obviously brilliant, I gave her my snacks to keep the rapport between us.

I was not attracted to her, neither did I expect she would have a crush on me.

Claire, on the other hand, was my friend since elementary school, before we graduated and came to Oakwood High School.

Her father was the Beta of our pack and second in command to my father. We were close family friends.

We would all be turning eighteen this year, at different birth months, and the mating festival was in two days.

I didn't want to mess things up with Claire because there was a large possibility that she was my mate.

My head was filled with thoughts as I walked along the corridors of the admin block, heading for the Principal's Office.

My father, Jaxon Reynolds, was the Principal of Oakwood Academy here in Rock Mountain City.

He was also the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack that lived here in the rainforest areas of the werewolf lands.

Reaching my father's office, I knocked once, then twice.

Without waiting for an invitation, I opened the door and walked into the office.

My father was seated at his desk in deep conversation with Felicia, the Head Matron in charge of the school's social welfare and operational activities.

Trying not to interrupt their discussion, I take my seat at a chair at the far end of the room and patiently wait for him to finish his meeting.

"How are the preparations for the school's execution coming?" My father asked.

"We have sent letters to all the parents to notify them of the upcoming event. They need to start making payments towards the journey and those who cannot afford to will be dropped," Felicia said sternly.

The Matron was a strict woman with a frigid attitude. She rarely smiled and always assumed a serious demeanor.

My father, on the other hand, was more laid back but very cautious and meticulous.

He did not act unless he had carefully weighed a matter and considered all the pros and cons before making a decision.

A lot of people said the quiet ones were more deadly when you crossed them.

Jaxon Reynolds was a calculating man, you never saw him coming until he was right behind you, taking you by surprise.

"Should we not sponsor a few who's parents show interest but might be unable to afford it?" My father suggested.

"I am sorry, Mr Reynolds but Oakwood Academy is not a charity organization. You have already done a lot for the park by giving out scholarships to wolves of low-earning families who cannot afford the tuition fees here. But we need money to get things done around here," Felicia insisted.

"I agree," My father said rubbing his chin, his eyes growing hooded as he looked lost in thought. "I just have a feeling that something important that will alter the course of things is about to happen."

Something important? I wondered.

Then my eyes wandered over to the wall, and I saw my father staring at a framed painting on his wall.

It was a drawing of a half-crescent moon.

Yes, that was the exact reason I had come to his office.

For some reason, the birthmark on Nivia's lap nagged at me.

Over the years, I have seen this picture hang on my father's wall, both at home and in his office.

Was it a coincidence that the same symbol was randomly found on my classmate's leg?

Anyway, that was why I was here.

"Well, Mr. Reynolds sponsoring the fees of the students will not stop anything, whatever that is, from happening," Felicia said adamantly and rose to her feet. "We will discuss more the issue on another day."

With that being said, she left the office, not sparing a look my way.

My father reclined on his seat and turned his attention to me, "Why have you come to see me, son?"

I stood up and walked over to the frame on the wall, unsure if I was just making a fuss of nothing.

"You have had this drawing for a long time, is there a meaning behind it?" I asked, gazing at the drawing and noticing the patterns. I was shocked to see that it was an exact replica of Nivia's birthmark.

"There is a legend behind that drawing. A story my father told me and his father before him," My father said.

"A legend?"

"Yes, it's a prophecy about an awaited child. A child who is blessed by the Moon goddess herself to save our pack from destruction," My father explained.

My brows furrowed, "Why would we be destroyed? What did we do?"

My father was silent for a while before saying, "I don't know the details. However, this drawing is the mark that the child would bear. It was drawn by a seer of old and passed down through generations."

"Hypothetically speaking," I said looking at the picture, my eyes fixed. "What if the child is born already?"

I heard my father's voice grow hard with determination. "Then we must find her, hold unto her, and never let go!"