The Silver-Eyed Anchor

A text found etched upon the lunar stone in the Ancient Lycan Temple: When the line of Selene, born of water and the moon's chill light, Shall seek the line of Sol, born of fire and the solar height. The Silver shall be the Anchor, bearing the Wolf-God's grace, Her eyes holding flecks of gold to show her fated place. The Gold shall be the fury, trapped within a mortal shell, Until the Silver's touch breaks the spell by which he fell. When Lunar Kiss meets Solar Fire, and the sacred blood is spilled, The Conjuction shall be woven, and destiny fulfilled. From their dual strength shall rise a power unlike any seen, The Hybrid Heart, the fated Heir, the future King and Queen. And this union carries the Choice, dark and bright and vast: To mend the Crown that was broken, or dismantle all the past. Fear the False God, the ambitious Shadow seeking to divide, For only when the Sun and Moon are one can the Lycans abide. "Mommy, who is the prophecy talking about?" Elena smiled as she looked at Lyra. "Why, you of course, my darling. This is your destiny." Lyra looked at her mom with trepidation. "When will I know that the time has come?" Elena smiled as she looked far away, "You will simply know."