Raven stared at the witch, her mind reeling from the revelation. The words echoed in her head, refusing to settle into any coherent understanding.
The last Hunt would not die until the Hunts and Caines ruled side by side.
You are bound by prophecy.
The blade in her hand trembled slightly, and Raven realized with distant shock that her whole body was shaking.
The alley seemed to spin around her, the walls closing in as she struggled to breathe, to think, to process what she had just been told.
All this time, all the deaths, all the resurrections, all the pain and confusion and fear. It had been because of a prophecy?
Because some cosmic force had decided that she couldn't die until she fulfilled some predetermined destiny?
"I don't understand," Raven whispered, her voice hoarse. "W
