Alpha's Secret

Chapter Six: Shadows Of The Prophecy

SARAH'S POV

I walked through the front door of my small apartment, dropping my bag onto the couch with a sigh. My mind was still reeling from my conversation with Emilia earlier that day. She'd been acting strange, talking about feeling trapped and unsure of who she was. I'd tried to reassure her, but her words lingered in my mind like a shadow.

As I headed to the kitchen to grab a drink, my thoughts drifted back to Emilia's words. I had no idea what was going on with her, but I knew she was struggling. We'd been friends for a few years now, and I'd never seen her like this before.

That's when I saw it. A post from Emilia's art account, featuring a painting I had never seen before. My heart skipped a beat as I took in the vibrant colors and the wild girl depicted on the canvas. But it was the symbol in the corner of the painting that made my blood run cold.

The crescent moon with an arrow pointing up. The symbol of the Lunar Prophecy.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I stared at the painting. Emilia had never mentioned anything about the prophecy before. What did she know about it? And why was she painting it?

I tried to shake off the feeling of unease, telling myself it was just a coincidence. But deep down, I knew it wasn't. Something was going on with Emilia, something big.

Just as I was starting to unwind, my phone buzzed. A text from my father, the Beta. "Meet Elijah at his mansion tomorrow. He wants to discuss something with you."

My heart skipped a beat. Elijah, the King of all werewolves. What could he want with me? I'd heard stories about him, of course. Who hadn't? But I'd never met him, never even seen him in person.

I set the phone down, my mind racing. Tomorrow, I'd face Elijah and whatever lay ahead. But tonight, I just wanted to think about Emilia, and the strange, unsettling feeling that had settled in the pit of my stomach.