The elder's voice resonated through the grand hall, each word heavy with ancient power. The flickering light of the fire illuminated his weathered face as he addressed the gathered council.
"A union will arise," he intoned, his voice trembling as if burdened by the weight of his revelation. "Between the predator and the prey, between shadow and light. This bond will challenge the laws of our kind, and through it, salvation or destruction shall follow."
The assembly murmured, their unease palpable. Werewolves and vampires, age-old enemies bound by mutual disdain, now sat in uneasy proximity. The prophecy had long been whispered in the shadows, dismissed as myth by some and feared by others. But tonight, the elder's words carried a sense of inevitability that none could ignore.
Among the crowd stood Ezra Blackthorn, his amber eyes narrowing at the elder's proclamation. He felt a stirring deep within, a primal instinct he couldn't yet name. The elder's gaze landed on him, as if he too sensed the storm brewing within the young wolf.
"Beware the pull of the moonlit bond," the elder warned. "For it shall test the strength of our kind…and the strength of your soul."
The hall fell silent, the weight of the prophecy settling over them like a shroud. Ezra turned away, the foreboding words etched into his mind. He didn't know it then, but his life was about to change forever.