Alpha’s Claimed Mate.
Her writing.
He sat slowly, fingers tracing the first page. Her script was sharp, firm. There were drawings too—symbols, eyes, moons, and roots.
But one page was marked more than the rest—creased at the corners, ink slightly smudged.
> “The Moon spoke to me tonight.
> The girl has not yet arrived, but she will.
> Flame-haired, angry at the world, carrying a storm inside her.
> And with her, the boy-child. The one who will shift everything.