Malachai's POV.
"So you're saying that Hope doesn't know a thing about any of this. Not about her father - her legacy, what she is and where she comes from? Not about the prophecy? None of it."
Izak and I sit close around the fire, warding off some of the early-morning chill as we wait for the sun to make its ascension over the horizon. The forest is still, peaceful - not yet fully awake. So is the rest of camp. Here and there hunters can be seen emerging from their tents, lighting a fire, fixing a cup of coffee, but for the most part - Izak and I are alone.
He shakes his head slowly, looking at me with an intense expression on his face. "No, we don't think that she does. As far as we know, she's still very much in the dark about who she really is."
I take a moment to consider his answ
