THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS
“Boundless darkness draws nearer. The Crown’s bearer falters.”
My palms are sweating. “Rhea is fighting, my Lady. She is stronger than any prophecy.”
“She is the match to tinder,” the Goddess says, stepping closer. Each footfall leaves frost that hisses away. “The Crown will corrupt. The wolf prince will fall. Night will devour dawn.”
I swallow. Wolf prince. She means Lucien. The image from my nightmare... the world burning, Lucien kneeling, bleeding, plays behind my eyes.
“You are sentencing an innocent,” I say, voice quavering but alive. “If destruction waits, we can find another way.”
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