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— This one — I show Arina the forecast as soon as we sit together on the floor.

Miguel and Azerai approach, but only the Wolf King seems interested in what we say. The Prince stands closer to the door, like a guard.

My Sister tilts her delicate face to read, but it doesn't take long.

- What does that mean? "Party power"?

I shrug.

— And this "wolf in the sky" thing?

I shake my face.

- I don't know-...

- What did you say? — Miguel extends his hand so I can pass him the tome with the prediction.

I casually look for his gaze, but he denies it. He's focused on the book, his brow furrowed in question.

— I think it's related to the other prophecy — I say to Arina. — Our Sisters predicted the arrival of wolves on our beaches long before it happened. Ceisa wasn't the only one to see them coming.

A brief expression of disgust crosses Arina's face, but she shakes it off with a deep breath. She opens her mouth, but Miguel talks over her.

— This is a prediction from my people.

We all looked at him