Chapter Twenty-Three The Prophecy of the White Moon The courtyard had never been so quiet. The three ancient warriors stood before Aurelia, carrying memories older than any living Lycan. Everyone waited. The King. The Queen. The Oracle. Kael. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Aurelia stared at the old warrior. “You said my grandmother was afraid of what I would become.” Her voice remained calm. But Kael could feel the fear beneath it through their bond. The warrior lowered his head. “Yes, Princess.” “Why?” The old Lycan looked toward the Heart Crystal Tower rising above the palace. “Because she discovered the final prophecy.” The Royal Oracle went pale. “No…” Everyone turned toward her. “You know of it?” The Oracle closed her eyes. “I prayed it would never be needed.” Aurelia’s heart sank. “Needed for what?” ⸻ The Oracle led them to the Temple of the Moon. This time, there was no celebration. No ceremony. Only truth. At the centre of the temple,
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