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Chapter 6 - CHAPTER 6 THE WEIGHT OF PROPHECY.

Lucy's Pov.

Even as days blurred into weeks, I still struggled to reconcile my new reality. I mean one moment I was a slave in my own father's house, then a prisoner for the ruthless, most fearsome king of the lycans and suddenly out of nowhere, I've become his Luna.

Navigating through the endless hallways of the labyrinthine palace's winding corridors, their stone walls adorned with cobweb-shrouded portraits of forgotten monarchs. Candles cast eerie shadows on the floor, making it seem as though the very spirits of the past watched my every step. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and dust, whispering secrets of centuries past.

With my footsteps echoing through marble corridors trying to keep up with the day to day activities of my new role as Luna, Tristan's words "You are mine, Lucy. This kingdom needs you" from the night of my "coronation", continue to haunt me.

Attending countless council meetings, I commanded the attention of everyone in the room for the first time in my life. Yet, this newfound authority did little to ease my restless mind, reeling with doubts. In private sessions with Tristan's advisors, I learned about pack politics, ancient laws, and the delicate balance of power

In private sessions with Tristan's advisors, I've been learning about pack politics, ancient laws and the rather delicate balance of power. But amidst the whirlwind of duties, obligations and protocols, my powers truly begin to awaken.

At first, I tried to dismiss it as mere coincidences, but deep down, I could feel it in the core of my very being, even my wolf sensed it. Something was changing in me. something really big. The night I tried to escape from prison, I think I may have unknowingly unlocked power I never even knew I was even capable of.

I discovered I also possess an extraordinary gift - the ability to sense the emotions of those around me. With a single thought I could influence the mood of entire rooms, calming fears or fueling passion. Crazy isn't it?

This discovery has both thrilled and terrified me, as I've struggled to comprehend the full extent of my new found power.

For some reason, Tristan gave the orders for two of his most skilled warriors to start training me(not that I object anyways, might come in handy if im ever to leave this place). During a particularly grueling training session, my powers surged out of control and I accidentally sent one of his finest, fiercest warriors accidentally flying across the room almost breaking his spine. Tristan's amusement and obsession with me grew with even more intensity.

He's kept eyes on me since, always watching with an intensity that both unsettled and drew me in. It was like he was following me. Every corridor I turn, he's almost always there, with those magnetically beautiful gold eyes fixated on me, pulling me in. Everything about Tristan is

electrifying. From the amazing lovemaking sessions that I hate to admit I've found myself looking forward to, to the scrutinizing hawk-like following me everywhere, secretly making me feel safe.

Stoping by Tristan's private office on her way to the beautiful palace garden - her new found "happy place", she unintentionally overheard something that stopped her dead in her tracks.. "...

I think it's really her, the lamia's pack's lost heir, who would've thought it would be Lucy?" "What?" "Me?" "Lost heir?" "How?" "What?" she barged in asking without thinking first. Both elders in the room with Tristan went silent, looking at him to see his reaction because any other person would probably have lost their heads already but instead, to their surprise he went to her side, wrapped his arms around her waist, dismissing them..

"I think it's time I finally told you the truth" Tristan said after the elders had left, offering her a seat.

"What do you know about the Lamia pack Lucy?" Tristan asked.

"Since I became the Luna, I've overheard whispers and rumors about a prophesy some lost heir of the lamia pack, but I've never really bothered to find out the details."

"Now I'm going to need you to just breathe and listen to me, alright?" Tristan said while coming around the table, leaning on it whilst stroking her hair.

"The Lamia pack is an ancient and revered lineage of werewolves, known for their exceptional

strength, wisdom, and unique abilities. Their history dates back to the early days of

werewolfkind" Tristan continued..

"But what has…" she tried to say

"Patience, darling" he cut in.

"The Lamia pack possessed exceptional traits that set them apart from other werewolf lineages. They had empathic abilities, allowing them to sense and manipulate the emotions of those around them. Their magic was powerful, tied to the lunar cycles, which enhanced their strength and abilities. Their leaders were naturally gifted with strategic insight and wisdom, guiding their pack with foresight. Loyalty and honor were deeply ingrained values, making them fiercely dedicated to their pack and allies. The Lamia pack hold ancient knowledge, possessing texts that revealed secrets of werewolf history, magic, and the mysteries of the universe. These traits combined made the Lamia pack uniquely influential in the werewolf world" Tristan continued.

"The Lamia pack's legacy is marked by a prophecy foretelling the return of their lost heir, who will restore balance and power to the werewolf world. You, Lucy, as the last living heir, is believed to be the key to fulfilling this prophecy.." he finally finished, holding her gaze as she looked up at him.

Lucy's head was spinning, "that can't be right." "I'm just.." "I'm no heir" "you must be mistaken"..

she stammered.

Lucy's mind raced as she tried to process the revelation. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of uncertainty.

"Tristan, how can I be the lost heir?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tristan's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. "You possess the Lamia pack's signature traits, Lucy. Your empathic abilities, your magic tied to the lunar cycles... it's all too coincidental."

Lucy shook her head, denial creeping in. "But what about my family? My father?"