บททั้งหมดของ The Twin Prophecy (Sequel to the She Alpha Prophecy): บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Caz The moment the witches step out of the trees, the air changes. Not just in temperature, though it does get colder. I feel it in my bones, the way I always feel magic before I can see it. The coven is here. And they know what we want. I am anxious to hear what it will cost. The witch who spoke first stands at the center of the clearing. Her eyes are dark and sharp. She looks at each of us like she can see into our hearts. She looks at me last. As if I’m the one she’s been waiting for. “Who are you?” I ask again, my voice steady even though my hands are shaking. The witch’s lips curve into something like a smile. “We are the ones you seek,” she answers. Her words settle into my mind like a stone dropped into water. Why is everything always so cryptic? The prophecy wolves. The witch who cursed us. The past that refuses to stay in the past. Tristan steps forward slightly, his posture protective. “We need to talk to you.” The witch tilts her head. “You need ans

Lance Magic is not something you can negotiate with. Not really. You can try. You can bargain. You can offer sacrifices. You can beg. You can pretend you understand what you're dealing with. But magic doesn't care about intentions. It cares about cost. And that's the thing wolves don't like to say out loud. We like enemies we can see. We like battles we can win. We like problems that bleed when you stab them. Magic doesn't do any of that. The moment we stepped into that clearing, I felt it. The air thickened. The trees seemed to pull inward around us, branches bending just slightly toward the center as though the forest itself was listening. Waiting. Watching. Zac stirred uneasily beneath my skin. "I hate this." "You hate everything." "Not true. I enjoy food. Sleeping. Violence. Sex." I snorted despite myself. "That wasn't even a complete list." "No. But we're busy." Then, the witches appeared. Not from behind trees. Not from shadows.

Tristan Waiting is a special kind of torture and not a dramatic kind. It isn't the pain or the fear that bothers me, it's the helplessness. The kind that settles into your bones and refuses to leave. The stone arch stands thirty yards away. Silent, unmoving, and empty. Caz and Lance disappeared through it nearly twenty minutes ago. Twenty-three minutes exactly. Not that I'm counting. Luminary immediately calls bullshit. "You've literally been counting the seconds." The realization annoys me. Jezebel sits on a fallen log near the edge of the clearing, one hand resting on her knee, eyes fixed on the arch. She looks calm. Which is unfair. Nobody should be that calm right now. "Your pacing is starting to irritate Jade," Jezebel warns. I stop and look down. Somehow, I've worn a path into the dirt. Great. "Helpful observation. What the hell does she expect from me? This is stressful." "You have walked the same route nineteen times," she chuckles. "Eighteen." Jeze

Cassidy (Momma C) The silence after Tisha’s words stretches long and taut. Not uncomfortable. Nor uncertain. It’s the kind of silence that follows a realization too large to ignore. The kind where everyone in the room suddenly understands they’ve been standing on rotten foundations without realizing the floor was unstable. "Speak, Cassidy," Ari urges. “There’s something else,” I say carefully. “Something I’ve been afraid to say out loud.” Ari snorts. "Afraid? More like conditioned to stay silent." Every eye at the table turns toward me. I straighten slowly in my chair and take a deep breath. “Prophecy wolves weren’t just controlled,” I say quietly. “They were isolated. Cut off from each other. Forbidden from sharing visions. Forbidden from comparing outcomes.” "Divide the seers, command the future," Ari growls. Jedd’s brow furrows deeply. “Why?” “I don’t know,” I admit. “Not fully. But it feels right when I say it out loud. Besides...” I glance around the table. “T

Caz The moment my fingers touch the relic, the world fractures. Not shatters. Fractures. Thin cracks spreading through reality like stress lines in glass. Silent and patient. I hear Lance swear somewhere behind me. Then the chamber disappears. The relic hums with recognition. Not because it knows my name. Because it knows what I am. A seeker. A question that refuses to stay unanswered. Sinister stiffens immediately. "Careful, Caz." The warning comes too late. Images explode behind my eyes. Empty pack lands. Silent dens. Graves. Hundreds of graves. Generations disappearing one birth at a time. Daughters becoming stories. Stories becoming myths. My chest tightens as I am forced to watch the curse win. The relic pulses and the vision changes. Now I see something else. Wolves survive. The curse ends. The future is safe. Children run through the packs, girls and boys. Tristan's daughter lives. The pack lives. Wolves continue to exist. Relief crashes t