His Luna's Gift

Prophecy

Chapter Seven: Prophecy

Tamryn

Three days had passed since her presentation, and Tamryn was finally catching her breath. The nerves, the caffeine-fueled late nights, and the lingering headache from too much screen time had all finally simmered into a quiet pride. The project was still under review, but the board's silent nods and studious eyes had felt like a win.

As she walked through the lobby of Whitemore Labs, her heels clicking on the marble tiles, a familiar voice called from behind.

"Tamryn!"

She turned and saw Alice jogging toward her, tablet in hand and a rare smile lighting up her face.

"Hey!" Tamryn said, adjusting the files tucked in her arm. "I thought your office was in the North wing?"

"It is. I was running late, so I cut through admin. Lucky me, huh?" Alice grinned, brushing a strand of curly hair behind her ear. "I just wanted to say—your presentation? Nailed it. That’s boardroom gold."

Tamryn let out a soft laugh. "I honestly blacked out halfway through. I was sure I’d trip over my own words or sneeze or... combust."

"Well, you didn’t. You crushed it." Alice tapped her tablet. "They’ll probably make you lead on the next one."

"God, don’t say that yet," Tamryn groaned. "Let me survive this week first."

The two women shared a chuckle before Alice waved and hurried off. Tamryn took a deep breath and made her way to her office. Silas still hadn’t returned, and his absence tugged at her thoughts. Oddly, she had started to associate him with leadership even if she hadn't met the actual CEO and had gotten user to always seeing him around. "Weird tho"

There was a weight in the air, something building just beneath the surface. She shook the feeling off. Maybe it was just post-presentation jitters. Or maybe something darker was coming.

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Lucien

The wind in the middle portion of Silvarium smelled like frost, pine, and power. Lucien stepped out of the transport vehicle and was immediately greeted by the hush of awe-struck guards bowing deeply as he passed.These guards were far more powerful than the ones that had greeted him at his residence in the outer region of Silvarium. The royal sigil glimmered on his coat, the silver threads catching the highmoon’s pale light.

“Welcome back , Beta Lucien,” a guard said, lowering his gaze.

Lucien said nothing. He didn’t need to. His mere presence was enough, it had been quite a while since he came to his homeland.

The city was nestled between crescent cliffs, veiled by magic and time. Here, supernatural beings walked freely without cloaks or spells. The center courtyard unfurled before him like an ancient memory,torches lit with blue fire, flags whispering in the breeze. The Blue Moon Pack still ruled from its castle atop the hill, flanked by frozen waterfalls and centuries-old stonework.

Inside the palace, servants cleared the path as he ascended the steps towards a private wing.

She was waiting. The second in command of the Archon.

The Omega,queen of the pack and mate to the Alpha,stood by the window draped in moonlight. Her beauty was near-immortal, her skin smooth and radiant, her silver hair, which was common among royals coiled into an elegant braid. She looked no older than thirty, but Lucien knew her to be over two hundred years old.

"Lucien," she greeted, voice melodic and rich. “You’ve arrived sooner than expected.”

“I didn’t travel for leisure,” he said, then inclined his head slightly. “Where is the elder?”

“Handling negotiations near the eastern border,” she replied. “He’ll return before the next moonrise...that is if he can convince Elvindors to cooperate with us".

Lucien took a moment, as though weighing her words. "Then I’ll speak to you alone?...I came here as soon as I could because I thought it was a direct order from the Alpha".

With a subtle nod, she turned to the guards flanking the chamber. “Leave us.”

The doors closed behind them, and silence pressed in.

The Omega stepped forward. "You sensed something, didn’t you? I felt the tremor all the way from here."

Lucien's jaw tensed. "A vampire crossed into our territory. Took a hostage. I intervened."

Her eyes narrowed. "You showed your power to a...human?"

"It wasn’t voluntary," he said coldly. “She was in danger.”

"And yet, she lives."

Lucien didn’t answer.

The Omega walked slowly around him, her expression unreadable. “There is a reason we don’t interfere, Lucien. Our kind has survived because of the veil, because humans forget.”

“She forgot,” Lucien said, eyes flicking toward the window. “The spell worked.”

“Did it?” The Omega’s voice dropped. “You crossed her path once before. You remember.”

“She doesn’t.”

“But you do.”

Lucien turned away, hands clenched behind his back. “You summoned me here for more than a lecture. What is it?”

The Omega’s gaze deepened, as if peering through him. “A vision came to me three nights ago. I saw a woman standing between two kingdoms,her blood unknown, her gift untapped. She was marked not by fate, but by choice. And at her feet, the world trembled.”

Lucien’s voice was quiet. “Tamryn Rhidian.”

The Omega tilted her head, the name sparking recognition in her ancient eyes. “You know her?”

“I didn’t,” he replied. “Until I did.”

She paused for a long beat, then spoke, “You cannot outrun prophecy, Lucien. And this one... it doesn’t ask. It demands.”

He looked over his shoulder, eyes colder than steel. “I won’t let a prophecy dictate my life.”

The Omega smiled softly, almost sadly. “You say that now.”

Outside, the moon slipped behind a cloud, casting the chamber in shadow.