The Witch pressed her palm over her heart, her voice ringing clear through the misty garden.
"She would arrive accompanied by her sacred Guardian Wolf... and an old woman saved from the jaws of death."
I stood frozen on the step, the ancient scroll clutched tight in my hand.
I looked at the blind seer kneeling in the dirt, then turned to look at Lisa standing pale and silent on the porch. Every word of the prophecy hit my chest with undeniable truth.
The Guardian wolf. The old woman brought back from death. The flight from the rogue camp.
I couldn't run from who I was anymore. The divine blood of the Moon Goddess had brought me home.
"Get up, please," I murmured, leaning down to grasp the Old Witch by her elbows. I helped her frail, trembling body up from the stone steps, retrieving
