The prophecy unfolds
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Chapter 4
The sound of the warning howl still echoed in Lena’s ears.
From her place on the ridge, she watched Kael disappear into the trees as a shadowy blur. Within seconds, more wolves followed him—black, gray, brown—moving in organized formation. They vanished into the forest like ghosts.
She turned to see Isla rushing toward her, breathless. “Get inside. Now.”
“What’s happening?” Lena asked, pulse racing.
“Someone crossed into the sacred border.” Isla grabbed her arm. “Come with me. It’s not safe.”
Lena followed reluctantly. “Is it because of me?”
Isla didn’t answer—but her silence was enough.
Inside the healer’s quarters, Lena paced restlessly. Her gut churned, not just with fear, but with something else—recognition. Whatever was out there, it wasn’t just a stranger. It was connected to her.
Minutes passed. Then an hour. The wolves returned.
When Kael stepped into the hall again, his expression was hard as stone. His clothing was torn. Blood stained his shoulder. Not his.
Lena rose quickly. “What happened?”
He didn’t answer her. Not directly. Instead, he addressed Isla.
“Prepare the elder circle. Tonight.”
Isla’s eyes widened. “The prophecy?”
Kael gave a sharp nod. “It’s begun.”
He turned to Lena. “Come. You need to hear this.”
They walked in silence to the stone temple at the heart of the territory. Lena’s eyes swept over it in awe—weathered carvings, silver lanterns, and runes glowing faintly on every stone.
Inside, the elders waited. Eight of them, robed and silent, seated in a crescent around a blazing fire pit. The moment she entered, they stared at her with something between reverence and fear.
“This is her,” one murmured. “The cursed moon-bearer.”
Kael stood at her side. “Her name is Lena.”
“If she is the one foretold,” said Elder Miriam, “then we must act.”
Lena took a breath. “Can someone please tell me what’s going on?”
Elder Korrin stepped forward, his gray beard trailing past his chest. “Long ago, a prophecy was spoken by the Moon Oracle. Of a child born under a blood moon, silver-eyed and marked with the Crescent. She would have no past, no family, no pack. Her arrival would either unite the wolves—or destroy them.”
Lena’s throat tightened. “And you think that’s me?”
“You bear the mark,” Miriam said. “And the Alpha’s bond has awakened.”
Kael remained silent, jaw clenched.
Lena stepped back. “I didn’t ask for this.”
“No one does,” Korrin replied. “But fate does not require permission.”
“I don’t even know who I am!”
Suddenly, the fire in the pit roared to life. A burst of blue flame flared upward, casting Lena in a silvery glow. Her wrist burned—the mark lighting up as if answering the fire.
Gasps echoed around the chamber.
Lena grabbed her wrist. “What’s happening to me?!”
Kael stepped forward quickly, steadying her. His hand closed around hers.
The moment their skin touched, the flames shifted. A vision flashed in the fire: wolves at war, a woman cloaked in shadow, and Kael—on his knees—blood dripping from his mouth, reaching out for someone.
Her.
The fire died instantly.
The room went cold.
Miriam’s voice trembled. “The prophecy has awakened. The bond is real.”
Kael let go of her hand like she’d burned him. “This changes nothing.”
“Yes, it does,” Miriam said solemnly. “Because if you reject her, Alpha… the curse will not wait. It will claim you.”
Kael turned away.
Lena stood alone in the middle of the circle, the mark on her wrist glowing brighter than ever.
And in that moment, she no longer felt like a stranger to herself.
She felt like a weapon being unsheathed.
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