"Which prophecy?"
My voice was barely a whisper.
Kael didn't answer.
He stood in the doorway, staring at me as though he had seen a ghost.
The memory was still fresh in my mind.
His younger face.
The smoke.
The ruins.
Me in his arms.
And that voice.
If she survives, the prophecy will begin.
I stepped closer.
"Kael."
He looked away.
"You shouldn't have remembered that."
"Why?"
"Because some truths are safer when they're forgotten."
I shook my head.
"I'm done forgetting."
He closed his eyes.
For a moment, he looked exhausted.
Then he walked into the room and closed the door.
"The prophecy concerns the last Moon Weaver."
"Me."
"Yes."
I swallowed.
"What does it say?"
Kael didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he looked toward the window.
"Long before the current pack
