Third person's POV
'In shadows deep where night holds sway,
A prince shall stand at break of day.
Upon his feet, two paths unfold,
One brings darkness, one light untold.
A single step, a choice unmade,
Will tip the scales of light and shade.'
Damian's mind drifted to the prophecy.
"Then you know the risk you are taking... Your dalliance with this werewolf could be the very step that dooms us all." Alaric said, his voice low and dangerous.
Damian clenched his jaw tightly.
"Father, you can't know that. My relationship with a werewolf isn't necessarily the 'step' the prophecy speaks of. It could be something else entirely." He maintained.
"You would gamble the fate of our entire race on that assumption? Have you lost your mind, boy?" Alaric's voice rose, his anger palpable.
"I'm not a boy! I'm over a century old. I'm capable of making my own decisions!" Damian snapped back.
