Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha
“Winds of the North, South, East, and West, hear me. Flames of the earth, waters of the deep, stones that hold the world together, hear me. I am Adolfa, chosen of prophecy. Answer me.”
The ground vibrated. A soft light glowed beneath my feet.
But before I could continue, the voice of the Moon Goddess cut through the night.
“Adolfa.”
I froze again. “Moon Goddess, what do you want me to know now?”
Her voice was heavy, almost sorrowful. “You will face betrayal before the portal fully opens. Beware those who come with sweet words but carry hidden daggers. Not all spirits are pure.”
I lowered my head. “Do you mean even here, in the Spirit World, betrayal waits?”
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