CROWNED BY BLOOD
"But... what are you?"
The question struck harder than I expected. I had no answer.
The next day, Celeste summoned an elder from a distant pack, a gnarled old man with milky eyes and a voice like rustling leaves. His name was Elder Brann.
He studied me for what felt like hours, his cloudy gaze never wavering.
"It is as I feared," he said finally. "The prophecy speaks true."
"What prophecy?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"The rise of the Lycan Queen," he replied. "A she-wolf born of royal blood, able to command the wild and tame the warring tribes. She will unite the supernatural under one rule, or see it all fall into ruin."