Marked by fate
“In two days’, time, Monvar will arrive. He will decimate the pack lands, kill two of your mates and enslave the entire pack, strengthening his army significantly. You and your remaining mates will be cast out, on the run, and the prophecy will never be fulfilled. Monvar will be victorious.”
My heart stills. The thought of two of my mates being killed makes bile surge up my throat. I close my eyes, and the sight of Tobias's lifeless eyes haunts the inside of my eyelids. I blink, and it shifts to Xander's eyes, then Lincoln's, then Max's.
No. I cannot fucking allow it.