Nora POV
The last words still echoed in the pitch-black room:
“The Alpha King shall fall by the hand of the one he discarded.”
My voice. But not mine. Something else—older, colder—had taken over.
Everyone stared at me, frozen.
“What… the hell was that?” Taye whispered.
I clutched the table edge, breath shallow, heart racing. “I—I don’t know. I didn’t mean to—”
Daemon stepped forward, face pale. “That was prophecy-speak. The old tongue. I’ve only heard it once before… when my mother died.”
Valya sheathed her sword with a slow, calculated movement. “Then it’s true. The gift’s awake.”
“I don’t want it,” I said, swallowing hard.
“Doesn’t matter,” she replied. “It wants you.”
Kalen placed a hand on my shoulder. Solid. Warm. “We’ll figure it out.”
But his voice was tense. He was try
