Chapter 11

• The weight of Kael’s words, “You are everything the prophecies foretold,” settled upon Tallia’s shoulders, not as a burden, but as a revelation that expanded her understanding of her own existence. She had always been drawn to stories, to the intricate narratives that unfolded within the pages of books, but she had never imagined that her own life would become a central text in a prophecy whispered through generations. The simple, profound love she felt for Kael was now intertwined with a destiny that seemed to reach beyond the two of them, encompassing the very future of his kind.
• Her days were a whirlwind of learning, absorbing the lore of the werewolf world with an eagerness that surprised even herself. Elara, the pack’s lore keeper, had become her most frequent guide. They spent hours in a secluded chamber deep within the heart of their communal dwelling, a space that smelled faintly of dried herbs and aged parchment. Here, Elara would unroll ancient scrolls, their vellum brittle with age, and translate the faded script that spoke of ages long past.
• “This prophecy,” Elara began one afternoon, her voice a low hum against the rustle of the scroll, “is one of the oldest we possess. It speaks of a time of great upheaval, a potential fracturing of the balance between our world and the human one. It foretells of a rare alignment, a convergence of energies that would allow for a bridging of these realms.” Elara’s eyes, sharp and knowing, met Tallia’s across the table. “It speaks of a union, a fated bond between an Alpha of the Moonwood Pack and a ‘child of the whispered words,’ one who carries the wisdom of the written page.”