The Bourne Supremacy Novels & Stories

he replied grimly. I turned slowly. “So it’s true.” His jaw tightened. “Yes.” Something cold settled in my chest. “Who?” “Some elders. Some warriors.” His eyes darkened. “Elara.” Of course. “She believes the prophecy refers to you.” My heart stuttered. “What prophecy?” Ronan studied my face for a long moment, as if weighing how much damage the truth would do. Then he said quietly, “The Moon Goddess spoke of an Omega born under suppression. A wolf hidden among humans. One whose awakening would either unite the packs… or destroy the hierarchy entirely.”

He ignored them because none of them were strong enough to survive him. A sharp nudge to my ribs shattered the illusion instantly. “If you bite your lip any harder, you’re going to bleed all over your desk,” Maya whispered, leaning across the narrow gap between our seats. Her golden wolf eyes dropped down to my notebook page and narrowed in sheer disbelief. I looked down. Instead of tracing the timeline of the pack treaties, I had carved the words –Supreme Lycan– over and over again inside a heavily scratched heart. “Goodness,” Maya muttered, quickly slapping her hand over the page before anyone else could look. “Please tell me you’re plotting an assassination and not actively fantasizing ab

His roar shattered stone, and in the distance, Silverfang territory felt it like an earthquake. Silverfang Territory The pack howled in terror as the ground split. Loyalists and defectors alike were thrown to the earth. Rowan’s surviving forces huddled together as the sky bled. “He’s coming…” someone whispered. “No. It’s not him anymore,” said another. “It’s the Blood Moon Curse.” And far off in the trees, a single figure smirked—cloaked in tattered black, a faint void swirling in his hand. Kalen. His body was cracked, broken, but his eyes… his eyes burned with triumph.