Lycan King's Cursed and Rejected Mate
Terra sighed and turned toward me, closing her eyes as she wrapped her arms around me in a gesture so familiar it brought tears to my eyes.
"Evil is coming, Miriam," she murmured against my shoulder, "I've had revelations... visions of our world crumbling, of everyone dying. The Priestesses, Mother Liora, the novices, all the packs falling, the Obsidian Throne withering away to nothing. Something is coming, something dark and terrible, and it's going to destroy everything we've ever known."
Her words sent ice through my veins. "Terra, what exactly have you seen?"
But she was already drifting toward sleep.