The council chamber felt stifling after the prophecy stopped—like the silence itself pressed down on everyone. Not a single wolf moved or spoke. Outside, the storm kept battering the mountains, but inside, the truth hung heavier than ever.
Liana could hardly breathe.
Destroy every Alpha bloodline.
Those words refused to leave her head.
That has to be impossible. It has to.
She glanced at her hands, almost expecting to see them covered in blood. But nothing looked different. She was still herself. Sounded the same. The only thing that changed? The way every wolf stared at her now, as if she was some disaster waiting to explode.
And honestly, part of her was scared they were right.
Under her bandages, the mark burned—a faint reminder she wasn’t alone. It was alive. Watching. Waiting.
