“Visually-speaking, prophecies are a bit of a one-trick pony,” Dia added with a laugh. “So, it’s very safe to say that we’re looking for two, specific lycanthrope, both from the respective packs. And that makes sense, given the nature of this prophecy, right? Division usually settles itself through unification of some sort.”
This was not happening. Some million year old book did not just decide who I was going to end up with in life. Not even a who--a whom--two people who destiny itself said would share in my future as some bringer of peace between people not interested in the concept. Two people I’d share a kiss with, stand at the altar with one day--oh my God, would we all share beds? Would they just take turns with me every other day? How would dates not feel like third-wheeling one o
