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But his next statement made the ground beneath me shook and suddenly the world slowed and fell quiet. He tightened his arm around me and pulled me flushed to his chest. Staring at my face intensely, He asserted looking into my eyes. "Your Future Queen." ________________________________ A/N: and this was my favourite chapter's cliffhanger of this book after DRK's. Happy new year.❤ _________________________________

"You're worthy to fight with. I will look forward to working with you in the future." Thēna's eyes tried to catch a look at her face but the hood was in the way. "W-who... Are-- are.. you?" Chloe just smiled. "Someone who will change your fates." "WINNER! BLOOM!!" There was a deafening silence before it was replaced with a deafening cheer from the spectators. The first day of the last game ended.

“No arguments there. I don’t know about you, but I’ve had enough cryptic prophecies for one lifetime.” Luca didn’t move. He was still staring at me, his golden eyes unreadable. “Angelina,” he said slowly, “what did you see?” I hesitated. I wasn’t sure I could put it into words. The images were still burned into my mind—the battles, the throne, the choice. “I saw… the future,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “Or maybe the past. I don’t know. But whatever it was, it told me that I’m more than just an omega. And that—”

Crane glanced sharply at Scott, bringing his face closer to Scott’s and squinting. “I think I’ve seen you before,” he mumbled. “Your face is familiar.” “Yeah, you see me in the future. I cause your death.” Crane returned the jeers by slamming the muzzle of his gun against Scott’s temple. Scott groaned and Ciara screamed angrily inside her prison. Displeased with Scott’s haughty behavior, Crane straightened up and walked away from him. Now he headed to Ciara’s side and gripped the bars with his bare hands. “Now, Ciara, I can make this easy… or hard. It all depends on you.”

"No." "Okay, I will explain it to you. Some werewolves are born with special abilities while others aren’t. And the ones with those abilities are the most vulnerable of all. You, Maya Is one of the most powerful werewolves in this land. You just have to learn how to use it." He said "Really?" I asked "Yes. You can see the future, that’s the vision." "That’s really cool." That’s great but thinking about what I saw. I am not sure if it’s great, I mean does that mean that my future is watching Ashton’s mom walk into the store room? That’s weird.

I waited for the right moment to claim her, and then a Lycan from the past owned her, “What shall I do?” “Eliminate the past so the future will continue its course. You will take over when he’s gone.” “Kill the Lycan? This is absurd!” I walked out. The thought of killing Davon grew on me, but that would not be easy. “Nixon, so? Did you get your answer? What did Mia say?” Irish was waiting for me outside of my cabin. Curious, as always. She got this attitude that she wanted to be the first to know the news.

There was an emotional struggle going on inside of me and I felt like I was going to combust if I didn't go far away from him. "Shouldnt I at least know the reason why you've been torturing me?" He asked and my heart faltered. "I saw it" "What?" "Your plan" I said, a lump lodging itself in my throat. He rose to his feet with a pained groan. "Be clear about it, Rhea. I don't understand. Make me understand" he said. "Thalia showed me the future. You were going to kill me. I saw proof as well"

"True love doesn't fade out in a couple of months, maybe you should see him, try to talk things out," Martha advised. "The media, the publicity, none of it matters if you're not happy. Let them think what they think. Like that Game of Thrones saying goes, the lion doesn't eat sheep that are- wait what is it again," said Martha. Eden burst out into laughter at her mom's attempt at trying to be hip. "It's 'the lion doesn't concern himself with the opinion of sheep'."

Damian watches him go. He keeps his eyes on him for a moment, making sure he’s just dancing to the music and not getting into trouble. Once he’s sure, he turns back to me. “What?” he asks when he notices me staring. “Nothing,” I say. “I’m just… picturing things. Like flashes of the future.” “The far future, right?” “Oh, yeah. At least ten years away.” His shoulders loosen at that. The tension fades a little. We go back to eating like nothing happened. We talk about small things. The weather. The music playing in the background.

I was supposed to mate with that crusty excuse of a wolf from Crestborne? The future didn't look like something worth howling for.