All Chapters of The prophecy’s reject: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Zylia’s POVThe winter wind tasted like metal and pine, sharp enough to sting my cheeks as it swept across the campground.Snow drifted lazily from the branches above, speckling the wooden tables and half-buried firepit.I tugged my gloves tighter, breath rising in little clouds as I tried to brace myself against the cold, and the attention focused entirely on me.“Happy birthday to you…”Raven’s voice came first, soft and melodic.Then Mason joined in, completely off-key, dragging the entire tune into chaos.“…happy birthday dear Zyyyyyliaaa…”“Mason, stop dragging it,” Raven hissed between notes.“I’m giving it soul!” he shot back.I covered my face with both hands. “You two really shouldn’t have.”“But we did,” Mason said, his grin wide enough to warm a glacier. “Come on, Zee. It’s your twenty-first birthday. You deserve it.”I didn’t feel like I deserved anything, not this attention, not this celebration, not the warmth they kept trying to pour into me like it would fill the hollo

Mason’s POVThe wind bit at my cheeks as I carved down the slope, snow spraying in a sharp arc behind me.Winter had settled fully over the campground.It was thick, cold, relentless, but skiing days like this made it feel almost beautiful.Raven was a few feet ahead of me, whooping as she picked up speed, her pigtails flying like dark streamers behind her.“Slow down, you menace!” I yelled, laughing despite myself.She threw her head back. “Try and catch me!”Yeah. Not happening. The girl skied like someone who was part mountain goat.I glanced over my shoulder. It was instinct, habit.Checking on Zylia had become second nature these last eight months.I expected to see her just a few meters behind, concentrating with that scrunched brows she always did when she took something seriously.But when my eyes scanned the slope…Nothing.I blinked, slowed, twisted sideways to brake.Snow kicked up in a cold wave against my boots.“Zylia?” I called, turning a full circle.No answer.Maybe

Zylia’s POVFire ate everything.It roared like a living thing. It was hungry, furious, unstoppable, spreading across Howlborne’s stone walls as though the ancient kingdom were made of straw instead.The night sky glowed orange, sparks shooting upward like dying stars.Smoke burned my eyes.The heat slapped my skin even from where I stood, frozen at the edge of the battlefield.All around me, chaos erupted.Lycans charged through the blaze, their silhouettes massive, monstrous, soaked in blood and flames.Warriors screamed.Steel clashed.Bones snapped.The ground itself seemed to vibrate beneath the weight of the creatures thundering across it.But the fear that crawled up my spine…it wasn’t because of the battle.It was because I had been here before.No, because this wasn’t real.I knew it. I could feel it.Yet it felt real enough that the burning air scalded my lungs with every breath.A shadow moved at the far end of the inferno, slow and deliberate.My heart stuttered.I recogn

Killian’s POVIt had been three weeks since the walls of the birthing chamber echoed with Lilith’s screams.Three weeks since the healers’ trembling voices told me the words no Alpha ever wanted to hear.Three weeks since I’d chosen Lilith.The pack didn’t see it that way.They whispered. They gossiped. They twisted the truth until it became a knife pointed directly at her heart.“A Luna who can’t give the Alpha an heir… is she even fated?”“Maybe she wasn’t the right political mate”“Maybe she wasn’t chosen after all.”I heard them. Every word.And every word made me burn.But nothing compared to what those whispers did to Lilith.The Lilith the pack knew, the serpentine strategist, the fierce, manipulative she-wolf with a smile sharper than any blade, had vanished.In her place, there was only a shadow. She barely ate. She barely slept. She barely spoke.And I… hadn’t seen her once.Tradition forbade men, even Alphas, from entering the women’s chambers during a recovery period. It w

Killian’s POVThe crisp wind bit at my face as I walked across the polished stone of the palace courtyard.The air smelled faintly of smoke, ash, and the lingering fear that had settled over Howlborne since the fire consumed the farmlands.Each step I took carried the weight of authority and the burden of truth.The pack depended on me to hold the pieces together, even as the world around us burned.“Lucien,” I said without looking at him, voice low and steady. “Have you gathered everyone in the hall?”Lucien fell into step beside me, his expression taut.The beta had always been reliable, albeit I could sense the tension beneath his composure. “Yes, Alpha. Everyone has been summoned. They’re waiting.”“Good,” I murmured, running a hand through my hair, the sharp chill of winter doing little to soothe the heat simmering in my chest.I glanced toward the palace windows.Shadows shifted inside; Lilith would be ready.Lilith.I remembered the first moment I had seen her today.The room s