Chapter 29

• “Is this what I’m supposed to be?” My voice felt foreign, thick with disbelief. My hands shook as I gripped the edge of the stone table, the ancient text before me now a blur. The words seemed to mock me with their promise of power, of destiny, and of a future that felt completely out of my control.
• “You’re more than that, Ava,” Damian’s voice was calm, unwavering. He stood at my side, but his presence did little to calm the storm raging inside me. He had always been the one with the answers, with the calm, cool exterior. But I could see the tightness in his jaw now. The uncertainty. It wasn’t just me feeling the weight of this.
• “I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to be part of some prophecy,” I whispered, my eyes flickering to the pages. The prophecy was clear. I was the one foretold to bring balance between the wolves and humans. I was the key to ending the war, the only one with the power to unite or destroy. I hadn’t even fully understood the depths of my power until now. I didn’t know how to use it, and even worse, I wasn’t sure I wanted to.