OPHELIA'S POV
“Are you sure about this?”
Kelvin asked for the umpteenth time as he paced around the tent in confusion. I had just told him about my vision of Ryker in danger; it was bad, and we needed to save him.
I clutched my chest, trying to stop the pain I was feeling, but it was useless. My heart yearned for him, and Rosa wailed in despair, causing my mind to be in a dilemma.
I watched him pause in his tracks and turn to a drawer containing old documents. He brought it to the table and ushered me to come over. I rushed to his side and bent down to see what he was reading.
My brows arched, and I frowned. “How is this supposed to help us?” Kelvin was going through a prophecy from the moon goddess written by the past forefathers of the Nightwood pack.
Kelvin glanced bri
