The chamber remained silent after Elder Marcus finished reading the prophecy. No one moved, not even the warriors who had entered moments earlier with weapons ready. Lyra stood beside Cael with Noah held securely against her, trying to understand how the life she had once believed was ordinary had become connected to an ancient prophecy.
Five years ago, she had been publicly called weak, rejected before the entire pack, and forced to leave with nothing but her broken heart and an unborn child. Now the same people who had looked down on her were staring at her as though she carried the fate of their entire kingdom in her hands.
Cael broke the silence.
“Read it again.”
Marcus looked at the glowing inscription.
“When the rejected mate returns, two Alphas shall rise or the kingdom of wolv
