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I voiced out my concerns. She shook her head at me. "No, you aren't. Don't jump to conclusions yet. Let's continue investigating," she suggested. I shook my head at her. "Hear my words, nothing good is going to come out of reading through all of them. But open it anyway," I muttered. Selene inhaled deeply and turned it to the next page. That was when she saw ‘The Prophecy’ written in bold letters. I stood behind her and swallowed hard. She threw a glance at me and I nodded for her to go on.

I handed it to the nearest wolf and sent him to Vera at a run, then turned back to the yard. "Inside," Kael said. It was not an invitation. We sat in the main room. Cain took a chair and sat in it like a man entirely comfortable in his own body regardless of context. Selene sat beside him. Kael stood because Kael always stood when he did not fully trust a room. I sat across from Cain because I wanted to watch his face when he talked. "The prophecy," Kael said. "Tell me what it actually says."

Celine muttered impatiently, "Or you walk away and get off this mountain while you still can." Todd scrambled to his feet as Kevin stood overwhelmed and rushed over to April's side, "What can I do to help?" He asked as he looked protectively at his friend, and Celine smiled gratefully at the Beta wolf. "We need to wake April up before it's too late." Neville called to Titan, and she materialized in front of him already holding a tincture she had prepared, "This should work," the healer responded, uncorking the bottle, and handing it to her mate. The ground shook and Typhons mighty voice could be heard as he addressed wolves and dragons alike, causing Titan to tremble as she realized that the

“Like I said before, there can be trust between us.” “Now is the time to fulfill the prophecy,” Priestess Adelaide encouraged. “This was just a taste of the hardship that awaits us, but the two of you will be able to meet the challenges together.” I shook my head and averted my eyes. “I lied,” I admitted. “My brother, Rhys, he was the answer to the prophecy. I said it was me to protect myself. Rhys is dead, the prophecy can never be–” “No,” she said gently. “It was always you. I don’t know how your coven came to the conclusion they did, but they were wrong.”

Seconds later into the spell, the mysterious man suddenly started quivering and slowly started to dissipate into the cold winds. I sighed. 'Finally done for the day. A job well done Lilan.' Phoebe suddenly said. Though we've been contacting like this for nearly six years now, I am still surprised by her voice in my head from time to time. 'Might as well go back for the day now.' I said telepathically. I went back through the window that I left open and just when I was almost done changing my clothes when Clarise opened the door to check on me.

I felt it every waking hour power building inside me like a storm gathering strength, tightening like a bowstring drawn to its absolute limit, My body strained under forces that seemed to bend reality around them, but my will remained unbroken, forged in the crucible of loss into something harder than steel. At night, when the camp settled into uneasy quiet, I sat by the fire with my hands pressed to my swelling belly, whispering promises to the life stirring within me. "You'll be born into a world remade," I murmured, feeling the responding flutter of movement. I'll make sure there is no more shadow puppeteers neither will there be wars fought for the entertainment of ancient tyrants. I pro

“I think this may be what we’ve been looking for.” The entry is newer, dated only a few weeks ago. Her script is rushed. “The Eastern Archive has arrived. Hidden for over a century, passed between hands too scared to keep it. Cowards. I have the Grimoire now. The prophecy is mine to fulfill.” Cerelia turns the page, her voice flat as she reads out the so-called prophecy. When the veil thins and the blood moon rises, A reckoning shall stir in the belly of the earth. The beasts of the night shall cast off their chains,

“The prophecy that foretold the King’s downfall, and of the true heir’s rise to the throne.” “Tell it to me,” I demanded. “The King, he commanded us—” “TELL ME,” I repeated, rolling off as much power as I could to override Tobias’s command on the Beta. He quoted the prophecy to me immediately, “‘It will begin with a stolen crown A worthy scion Nature and Moon Forbidden but inevitable Forever bringing harmony The chains of the past will threaten But the light will sunder them And turn them to dust.’” My mind was reeling with all the information he had just given me. A prophecy? A curse?

Call upon me when in need. I'm always watching over you. How long will it take for this prophecy come to pass? Can two teenagers that come from completely different backgrounds bring the balance and harmony to the world as Selene has promised? What if they don't like one another despite the mate bond and the prophecy? If they can't get along with each other, there certainly is no hope for the rest of them.

I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting – we were in a library, after all – but it wasn’t this: a large table in the centre, overflowing with open books, their spines long since cracked; corkboards on the walls, torn pages of books pinned to them; glossy green houseplants reaching up towards the flickering light. “You ask this in every possible future,” he said with a smile. “The houseplants add some colour. And I wanted to make you feel at ease.” “Well – thanks, I guess.” “You’re welcome.” I don’t think he caught my sarcasm. “Hang on. I just need to…” Trailing off, he slid a sleek smartphone out of his pocket and sent a text to someone. “Right. There’s no correct way to tell you this; you’re