All Chapters of The Twin Prophecy (Sequel to the She Alpha Prophecy): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Caz For the first time in what feels like months, Wolvesbane is calm. Not peaceful. Just quieter. Most of the representatives from the other packs have already started heading home. Some left as soon as they were certain the curse was really gone. Others stayed long enough to hear the story a few more times. Apparently, destroying an ancient witch and a curse on the entire species doesn't make wolves less complicated. It just gives them something new to argue about. "I preferred the part where everyone was terrified," Sinister yawns. "Of course you did." "Less chatter." "More screaming, though." "The more barbaric, the better, I always say." A laugh comes from beside me. I turn. Kyra sits on the porch steps with her arms resting loosely across her knees. "See? She understands me." "She was laughing at you." "She was laughing because of me. There's a difference." "Not an important one." Kyra shakes her head. "You two really do this all day?" "Unfortunately,"

Spencer One month is long enough to learn a great deal about a man. It is also long enough for Cassius to irritate nearly every senior member of my pack. Elias finds this considerably more entertaining than he should. "You encouraged him, didn't you?" "I did no such thing." "I saw you smile every time he questioned one of our policies." "That's not encouragement." "It's certainly not discouragement. Elias shrugs. "Maybe he has good questions." I stare at my beta. There is a reason Elias has remained at my side for years. He knows Redwood as well as I do. He knows its strengths, its weaknesses, and every ugly piece of history we've had to drag behind us while trying to become something better. More importantly, he isn't afraid to tell me when I'm wrong. Which, makes him and Cassius remarkably compatible. "He's good for Redwood," Elias finally says. I lean back. "I know." "And you hate that he keeps proving you right." "Immensely," I wink. Elias laughs. T

Caz Three months sounds like a long time. It isn't. Not when you're trying to spend enough time with everyone you love to make leaving them again feel less like leaving. Not when half of Wolvesbane seems determined to remind you exactly why this place became home in the first place. And definitely not when your mother decides that three months means she has three months to feed you every meal you've ever liked before you disappear to another pack. "Cassius." I stop in the kitchen doorway. Momma T is standing at the stove. Momma C is sitting at the table with a cup of coffee between her hands. "You know I hate it when you call me that." Momma T turns. "It's the name you were given. Sit." I look at Momma C. She smiles innocently. Sinister sighs. "Run." Kyra is standing behind me. She let's out a nervous giggle. Momma C looks at her. "What?" "Sinister told him to run." Momma T points the wooden spoon she was just using to stir with at me. "Don't you dare." "I wasn't going

Kyra The meadow is packed. The coven forms a wide circle around Cassius and me. I stand beside him wearing white. He is also wearing white. He hates it. I know because he has complained about it at least seven times. Probably more. Sinister has been considerably more enthusiastic. "You look elegant." I smile. "You do look very handsome." He narrows his eyes. "It's nice seeing you in a color other than black." "I knew she had good taste." Cassius sighs. The elder steps forward. The entire meadow quiets. "Once we begin, do not break the circle." Cassius looks around at the symbols surrounding our feet. "That's not ominous." I squeeze his fingers harder. "Behave." "I am behaving." The elder's mouth twitches, but she ignores him. Her attention settles on both of us. "Do you enter freely?" Cassius answers first. "Yes." I don't hesitate. "Yes." "Do you stand here because another has commanded you?" "No." Cassius's answer is immediate. Mine follows. "No.

CazRedwood changes around us slowly.Real change rarely announces itself. It happens in kitchens and training circles. It slips into council meetings, arguments, and into ordinary conversations that would have been impossible only months ago.Witches have started attending nearly every open pack gathering. Nobody comments on it anymore. Another week passes before I notice two young wolves sitting beneath a tree with one of the witches, asking her to teach them about protective symbols.No one stares. No one whispers. They simply learn. Kyra becomes part of that change without ever really trying to.Wolves don't need help healing. Our bodies were made to recover from injuries that would leave a human bedridden for months, and that ability doesn't disappear simply because we're walking around on two legs instead of four. Broken bones mend. Wounds close. Bruises disappear. Given enough time, our bodies handle most things on their own.But there is a difference between healing and healin