“Olisnia, please, I beg of you, do not go."
She stares up into the pale, icy blue gaze of the man. “Jacniel, I must go. This is what I am meant to do. I have the same dream every night. It is my destiny to find the descendant of the Kexon. Whoever this individual is, they must be made aware of their heritage and to accept the power they hold. The ability to shift may have been forgotten to them, but they have the ability to reunite this world once more."
“But the power of the werecat has been lost for a generation. This journey is too dangerous, please do not risk yourself for the humans." His long, platinum hair sways in the Ocean breeze. He grasps Olisnia's arm gently.
Her heart races and she tries to hide the blush building in her cheeks. “I am sorry, but I will not forgive myself if
