VERA'S POV.
The room was silent, but my mind wasn't. Rather it was a complete riot. Smith’s words continued to replay in my head even long after he was gone. Mates? Prophecy? Goddess, what is happening to my life?
Was this really the dream I had coming true already? Was this what Kora had tried to warn me about? What the message on the wall was trying to tell me? Or was this all just some sick coincidence.
Draven was still standing in front of me, his back straight, shoulders tense, and fists clenched so tightly at his side that I could practically see the veins straining against his skin. He hadn’t moved nor spoken a word since Smith left. The whole room seemed to be holding its breath, waiting for someone to speak, but no one did. No one dared to, not even me. At this point Draven loo
