"Bridge Luna prophecy," Liam said. He said it casually, like he was finishing a sentence he had been waiting to finish for a while.
I stopped. "What?"
"Bridge Luna prophecy," he repeated. "That is what it is called. That is what you were about to say."
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"I always read," Liam said. He sat on the edge of one of the desks like he owned it. "Werewolf history. Pack structure. Ancient magic, everything, and the Bridge Luna prophecy is in at least three different books in the academy library. It is not exactly hidden."
I stared at him. "Okay," I said. "So you know what it says."
"A Luna of the old blood born into a world of fracture and fire," Liam said, his voice was different when he recited it.
"She shall love and lose and be broken by the hand she trust
