ARIA's POV
The wind blew gently on my face as I gaped into Erin's eyes, her hair gently moving in the direction of the wind.
"What do you mean by saying that I am the chosen one? " I asked, scrambling through my thoughts and wealth of knowledge about mystical beings. Never have I come across the word being mentioned.
" It was one of the long-lost prophecies of the wolves," she held my hands and motioned for me to sit down. I sat on the green grass staring at the distant shores and lands beyond the realms.
Erin sat beside me, our shoulders slightly touching, I found a subtle form of comfort in her mere presence.
" Long ago, the witches and the wolves were always at war with each other and there was no hope for life as we know it, They were massacred and gruesomely killed, and it
