BACK TO PRESENT DAY
The cold stone of the dungeon floor seeps into my bones as I lie here, my mind drifting through memories and prophecies. The pieces of the Great Prophecy swirl through my thoughts, fragments from different sources finally connecting.
"Eira," I whisper in my mind, "I understand now. All the pieces..."
My wolf stirs weakly. "Tell me what you see, little one."
"Sabrina spoke of loving the Greatest Alpha of All Time. Lucian was told he would father the Moonborn Heir. And Kael..." I press my hand to my aching belly. "Kael needs a worthy heir to become the 108th Alpha, to wield the Celestial Flame and become the most powerful Alpha in history."
The prophecy my grandmother gave me echoes in my thoughts:
~From depths of shadow shall she rise, A Luna born of servant's guise, Through trials fierce and bonds betrayed, Her worth in moonlight shall be made.
Within her womb, a sacred seed— The Moonborn Heir, by fate decreed. Born of forest, kissed by light, Where Alpha bloodlines shall unite. ~