The Vision

Mira's Pov 

I couldn't stop thinking about the woman. Even after Prince Perry left the library, the image remained trapped inside my mind. The dark forest. The blood. The white dress. The blade. And those terrified eyes.

I had never seen the woman before. Yet somehow, I felt as if I knew her. That frightened me more than the vision itself. I sat beside the library window, staring outside. My wolf was restless. She kept pacing inside me, reacting to something I couldn't understand.

The door opened. I immediately looked up. Prince Perry entered. His expression was colder than usual. Behind him stood two palace guards carrying several old books. “Leave them.”

The guards placed the books on the table and left.

I stood. “What are those?”

“Records.”

“About the vision?” I asked, curiously. 

“Yes.”

I stared at him. “You believe it was real?”

Perry looked at me. “I saw it.”

I nodded and said quietly. “So did I.”

His eyes narrowed. “You saw it too?”

I nodded. “The moment our hands touched.”

He became silent. That silence told me he was worried. I watched him open the first book. “Visions caused by ordinary contact are extremely rare among Lycans.”

“Could it be the curse?” I asked, interested in knowing more. 

He shrugged. “Possibly.” He opened another book. “But I don't think so.”

“Why?”

He looked at him before he returned his gaze back to the nook. “Because my curse existed before you.” He turned another page. “The vision appeared only when we touched each other.”

I sat beside him. “So what does that mean?”

“I don't know yet.” 

That answer frustrated me. “You're a prince. Surely someone in this palace knows something.” 

Perry's eyes lifted. “That's why I'm searching.” He continued turning pages. I watched him carefully. He seemed strangely determined to find an answer. So I waited and after several minutes, he stopped. His finger rested on an old drawing. It showed two wolves standing beneath a full moon. Between them was a strange symbol.

“What is that?”

Perry leaned closer. “An ancient Lycan symbol.”

I asked, hurriedly. “What does it mean?”

He answered. “Blood connection.”

My heart skipped. “Blood connection?”

“Not necessarily family.” He traced the symbol with his finger. “Sometimes it represents two supernatural bloodlines connected by an ancient force.”

I stared at the drawing. Suddenly, pain stabbed through my head. I gasped.

Perry immediately looked at me. “Mira?”

The library disappeared. I was back in the forest. The woman was running. Her white dress was soaked in blood. She turned. This time, I saw her face clearly. She was crying. Someone behind her raised a blade. I screamed. “Run!” The woman looked directly at me. Then the blade came down. I jolted back into reality.

Perry grabbed my shoulders. “Mira.”

I struggled to breathe. “I saw her again.”

“What did you see?”

I went on to describe everything.

His expression became increasingly serious. “Did she say anything?”

“No.”

“Did she look at you?”

“Yes.”

He arched his brows. “How?”

“As if she knew me.”

Perry's jaw tightened. “I saw the same thing.” We stared at each other. Neither of us spoke. Then his wolf stirred. I felt it. A deep supernatural pressure filled the room. My own wolf answered. For one brief moment, I could feel his presence inside my mind. Not his thoughts. His wolf. And I knew he could feel mine. Perry immediately stepped back. “What was that?”

“I don't know.”

Our eyes met. I saw genuine uncertainty in his expression. “This isn't normal,” he said.

I nodded. “No.”

“It isn't a normal mate bond.”

I swallowed. “Then what is it?”

“I don't know.” He looked toward the books. “But we're going to find out.”

Hours passed till the sun disappeared beyond the palace walls yet Perry refused to stop searching. One ancient record after another was opened. Most were useless. Some described ordinary mate bonds. Others described cursed Lycans. None explained the visions.

Then Perry pulled out a book covered in cracked black leather. It looked older than everything else in the room. He opened it carefully. The pages were yellow and fragile. 

“What is that?” I went on to ask again. 

“A forbidden bloodline record.” He responded, quietly but I could sense the agitation in his voice. 

I leaned closer while he turned several pages. Then stopped. His eyes narrowed.

“What?” He didn't answer so I stood beside him. On the page was a drawing of a woman surrounded by wolves. Beneath it was an ancient inscription. Perry read it silently. His face changed. “Prince Perry?”

He finally spoke. “There are bloodlines capable of influencing supernatural curses.”

My heart began pounding. “What kind?”

He continued reading. “Rare bloodlines. Almost extinct.”

He turned the page. There was another passage. His voice became quieter again. “Some can weaken curses.”

He turned another page. “Some can transfer curses.” Then he stopped. His finger froze over one sentence.

“What does it say?” I asked, getting unsettled as his silence was killing me.

He looked at me. “It says one particular bloodline may be capable of breaking even the most powerful Lycan curses.”

My breath caught and Perry slowly looked down at the ancient description. Then at me. The resemblance between the symbol on the page and the strange mark I had seen in my vision suddenly became impossible to ignore.

His voice dropped. “Mira…”

“What?”

He turned the book toward me. At the bottom of the page was a name. The Bloodline of the Moon-Bound. And beneath it was a sentence that made my entire body go cold.

Only a woman carrying this blood may break the curse of a Lycan King.