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I asked. He nodded. “We specialize in prophecy,” he explained. “Me for example can look into someone’s eyes and I can see glimpses of the past. Others can see glimpses of the future. Some can have full visions and prophecies.” “You can see glimpses of the past?” I breathed. “That’s a cool power.” He nodded. “It has its benefits. I always know when someone is lying,” he told me. “I can just look into their eyes and find out the truth.”

“I don’t know who I am… not entirely.” Elara shifted closer. “You’re the daughter of prophecy, and the sister I nearly lost. You’re mine.” Eluna’s eyes shook with tears. “I’m scared. Scared I’ll break again. I can’t ask the prophecy to fail twice.” Elara kissed her forehead. “I don’t want prophecy to define us. Just—to guide us.” Eluna managed a wry half-smile. “Easy for you to say.” Elara turned to scan the tablets. One glyph glowed faintly under her touch. “This says… ‘Unity above sacrifice.’ We were supposed to choose each other.”

“I’m investigating if one of them could be a possible spy, so raising up suspicions about the prophecy is probably not a good idea now.” “It makes sense,” Max nodded. “Do you really think there’s a spy here?” “There’s the only explanation for why Farkas would know about the prophecy at all,” Ace replied. “But the prophecy is old, for what we can tell. So, maybe he also has resources to have discovered about it,” Max observed.

"You have me. Whatever happens, whatever you become, you have me." His head found my chest, for a time, none of us spoke a word. My brain continues to process everything, from how it all started, How it all started… I jerked, "The prophecy," I whispered. "The one of the two true alphas. What does it mean?" "What prophecy? “You mentioned it before you passed out, about the prophecy of two true alphas… does it have to do with anything." “I…I no,” “Tell me the truth milo!”

The man said, looking at me over the rim of his glasses. Father Moretti's explanation re-played in my head. “Some bonds cannot fight what the universe decides. Yours is one of such, Alpha. I had a vision and I saw your mate, a brown haired young lady. She walked across the lands and with each step she took, life returned to that portion of the land. The message was clear, Alpha Romano. We must reverse the damage,” he had said. I wanted to argue. To reveal the prophecy that had been foretold about my mate when I was younger, but I knew there was no use.

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The kind of man who dealt in problems that didn't appear on medical charts. I remember him walking through our front door—a thin man in a thin coat, carrying something that smelled like old churches. He barely glanced at the bassinet. Instead, his eyes found me across the room and stayed there, unblinking, like I was the only thing in the house worth his attention. Your daughters' fates are tangled, he'd said. This one—he pointed at me—she's feeding on the younger one's life force. Draining her. If they remain under the same roof, the baby won't see twenty-five.

39 Scar I couldn't be more happier seeing my dream come through. Zion proposed and I said yes. Why wouldn't I when I have fallen in love with him and have never imagined to see him fall in love with him despite his Grandma telling me that Zion loves me she knows that but I didn't believe but didn't want to argue with the old woman and guessed I was wrong and she was right. I looked at the flower ring and smiled. Only Zion would propose with a flower ring.

— The old agreement, yes? — The prophecy? Are the facts true or just strange coincidences? Currently, with the popularization of prophecy among the people, I intend to write a book about it. And you will help me. “He must set out on a journey to find his place” I intend to use part of the prophecy to finance you on a journey after the newest prophet's heir… . — I just can't believe he intended to use me this way all again. —And why should I? I have now my place to live, a good amount of war medals, and a maid. I no longer require your help.— This should do. . . Or not, there it goes the trick smile again. I officially hate smiles!

When we were small, a witch named Sybil predicted that my sister would not live past sixteen. Since then, every eye in the family turned toward her. All the love in that house gathered around Aurora and stopped there. Whatever she wanted, whatever she wanted to do, our parents backed her completely. Every scrap of tenderness and every resource they had went to her, while I was left out in the cold, and the things that should have been mine were handed to her too. Even so, I never complained, not once. I knew my sister was someone to be pitied. Then the day of the prophecy came, the day she turned sixteen, and I was the one who ended up poisoned with wolfsbane, of all people, hanging on the e