CHAPTER FIFTEEN
As the sun dips low, casting an ethereal glow over the Fire Pack's territory, I follow Finn into the library—a place where secrets are often kept more securely than in any vault. The tomes on these shelves whisper of ancient spells and long-forgotten prophecies.
"Here," Finn says, his voice unexpectedly soft, "I found something."
He hands me a leather-bound book, its cover etched with symbols that seem to dance before my eyes. My fingers trace the embossed designs as I open it, the pages releasing a musty scent that speaks of age and wisdom.
"Read this part," he urges, pointing to a passage written in an elegant script.
My eyes scan the text, and suddenly, the world seems to fall silent around me. The words reveal a prophecy, one that speaks of a healer whose powers wi
