When I saw the mark on her neck the next morning, I almost shifted and went after Nik right there. But then I saw it.
It wasn't just a mark. It was the mark. The one from the Prophesy of the Lycan.
I had heard the legends of the Prophesy from an elder werewolf in a distant pack many years ago. He told me that one day, the world would be thrown into chaos, and only one Lycan would remain. An unstoppable killing machine with a heart of bravery. A being so powerful they could easily level cities in a single night if they wished it.
But this being would not be destructive, instead he would bring peace to the world and lead his kind with compassion and understanding. The elder told me that this prophecy was foretold on the neck of every true Lycan mate- the mark of a crescent moon surrounded
