Chapter 18

• The wise elder nodded while studying my reaction. "A prophecy occurred long ago, and it was about an Omega, rejected and humiliated by her pack and thrown out in her darkest moment. The Omega would rise beyond everyone's expectations and become the pillar of the pack, she would save the pack in its darkest hour. She was said would possess something very rare, very unique, the ancient power of healing, which comes by if only gifted by the spirits of the old wolves, the spirit that once roamed these lands."
• I swallowed an invisible lump formed in my throat, and my head filled with his words. "That... that's not possible; it can’t be me," I challenged him in disbelief. "I’m nobody; I'm not from a good background. I’m just an ordinary..."
• "You are way more than all you've imagined yourself to be, Liora," the wise elder interrupted me firmly but calmly. "The power kept stirring up inside you is not ordinary, it didn't come by coincidence either. It is ancient and was passed down to you because of your pure heart from the ancestors of the Silver Moon Pack. It helps you operate in different capacities; right now, you can heal, but not all that; you will also restore what was once broken. But it didn't come for free; it has many things attached to it, which is a great responsibility for you."