Mathilda's POV:
I lay sullenly in a room that barely smelled of Alpha Baron after I had cleaned it. It bothered me to think that I had almost given him my virginity. Also, why were those blue eyes in the pool of blood in my vision of that prophecy?
Was he the one who brought all this disaster? Or was he the one who turned the tragedy around? I scratched my head in frustration because I noticed that the vision in the prophecy was no longer the same forest as before. The trees were all bare. This was not the Stan Pack's forest. The Stan Pack's forest always had green trees.
The uncertainty made the prophecy even more mysterious. If only I were my mother. I would be able to get helpful information from it to save whatever needed to be saved. It was better than being tortured by the prophecy all the time!
