All Chapters of The Twin Prophecy (Sequel to the She Alpha Prophecy): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Caz Morning arrives with a headache. The ordinary kind earned from too little sleep, too much coffee, and an entire council of wolves realizing they have been on the wrong side of justice for too long. “I used to think breakfast before chaos was a reasonable expectation," I sigh. “You were young and naïve," Sin teases. “That was merely a few months ago," I point out. “A simpler time,” he chuckles. I secure the relic in my bag. Jon refuses to let me carry every artifact into the forest again. The river stone remains locked in the pack conference room beside Emily’s stone, the shard, the embroidered cloths, Maeve’s book, and Gray Valley’s flute. He is right. Carrying the entire history of the prophecy network in one bag would be spectacularly stupid. Loretta and Grayson sit near the window with Crescent Moon’s oldest ledgers spread between them. Emily sits on Grayson’s lap while Loretta tries to explain that birth records are not coloring books. Emily appears unconvinced.

Caz Sleep has become suspicious. I used to like it. Sleep was simple, quiet. and necessary. Now, it comes with dead wolves, shared memories, ancient witches, magical rivers, and enough cryptic warnings to make insomnia feel reasonable. “You enjoy the mystery," Sinister yawns “I enjoy answers," I argue. “You enjoy complaining about the distance between the mystery and the answer.” “A valid complaint. Why can't things be more instantaneous?” "Because that would be boring." The meeting finished sometime after midnight, but not all of us have left yet. Wolvesbane has too many guests for anything to feel empty right now. A few messengers sleep on benches near the walls. Loretta and Grayson remain in the dining room comparing Crescent Moon records against the maps Jedd copied earlier. Tristan is still speaking quietly with Jon near the door. Patrol rotations. Runners. Ash Valley. My brother looks exhausted. He also looks like he belongs beside Jon. Not as someone filling

Caz Night changes familiar places. Every shadow looks like a question waiting to be answered. Every sound feels deliberate. Sinister is disturbingly quiet. If he isn't making a joke or teasing me it makes me a tad uncomfortable. Usually he'd be making comments about the way I am walking or finding ways to distract me from whatever impossible situation we've managed to stumble into. Tonight... Nothing. Just silence and watchfulness. Elias follows a few steps behind me. His movements are almost effortless, every footfall placed with the confidence of someone who trusts the woods without ever underestimating them. His attention never settles in one place for long. The trees. The ridgeline. The trail behind us. The darkness between the trunks. Kyra chose well. She didn't choose the strongest wolf. She chose someone who is observant. "I think I like him," Sinister finally says. A faint smile tugs at the corner of my mouth."There you are. Took you long enough." "I know you'

Caz"Gladly."The mark on my wrist erupts. White light tears through the wall of roots. Not enough to destroy them... enough to make them scream. The sound is horrible, almost painful.The roots recoil, exposing a narrow opening. I don't hesitate. I force my arm deeper. The mark burns hotter."Kyra!""Cassius!"Her voice comes from somewhere beyond the wall. She's alive. That's all I need."Left," Sinister guides. I move left obediently. A root spears through the space where my head was a heartbeat earlier."Good call.""I occasionally have those."Another lashes toward me. I duck. A second catches my shoulder. Pain tears through me as I'm thrown into the stone wall. My back hits hard. The chamber flashes white. For a second, I can't breathe.Seraphine laughs. "Still impulsive."I push myself upright. Blood runs down my arm where the root sliced through my shirt. "Still talking too much."Her smile disappears. The roots attack again.This time, I'm more observant. There is a pattern.

Caz I don't know how long we fight. Time stops meaning anything. The shadows don't die. Kyra's magic tears through one. It dissolves, then reforms behind her. I burn another. It screams and falls apart but returns. "They keep coming back!" Kyra shouts through the bond. "I noticed! Any brilliant witch ideas?" "I'm working on it!" "Sin and I believe in you, babe!" I blast two more headed toward my girl. They reform. My eye catches a glowing root. Every time we destroy a shadow, crimson light races through the root network and rebuilds it. Of course. Stored wounds. "We can't kill them!" Kyra says. "That's generally inconvenient in a battle." "They're memories, Cassius." "Fuck. So what do we do then?" Another shadow charges. I don't attack. "Kyra!" "Wait!" The shadow reaches me. A woman. She looks terrified. Blood covers her dress. Her hands are raised defensively. I force myself not to move. Her hand passes through my chest, and cold explodes through me. The