Lyla
Then she drew in a deep breath.
"You are blessed with a rare gift, Lyla… you're the first Moonsinger after 10,000 years and seeing you finally means my time is near. I've waited for you so long."
I stiffened as I stared at the Moon Priestess. Did she just confess that she was 10,000 years old?
"Your voice has the power to calm Ferals – one of the Dark One's minions that took our form. They're dangerous, lethal and cannot be killed by even the strongest of Lycan unless you weaken them first."
"O-Okay?" I nodded trying to act very surprised. I couldn't let her know I already knew.
"You also can heal the gravest of wounds, revive and give life but most importantly, you were created to destroy the Dark One."
"The Dark One?" I whispered.
