As the moon rose high in the sky, it gave the Midnight Pack's land a silvery glow. Ronan could feel the weight of the storm coming even though it was quiet. Everything had changed for him since Elara came into it a few hours ago. He wasn't ready for how mad he got when she told him she was meant to be with him. Up until that point, the prophecy had only been a story. All of a sudden, it felt very real.
Ronan paced around restlessly in his room. He didn't feel comfortable in the pack's big stone house tonight. It was tense in his body, and he had a lot on his mind. Elara was out there, in the area where his pack lives. Even though it was their job to watch her, he couldn't help but think about her.
Why did she come now? It should have come true before, so why didn't it?
A knock on the door woke him up from his thoughts.
"Enter," he yelled, getting very angry.
He was most sure of Sylas Thornheart when he walked in. "Alpha, the borders are safe now." The wolves from Nightstorm have been told to leave. But... He gave it some thought and then said, "Elara is still at the pack's guest quarters, waiting for your decision."
The look in Ronan's eyes got stronger. "Do you not trust her?"
He looked at Sylas, but his face was blank. "I don't trust people who show up in such a mysterious way, especially if they have something to do with the Nightstorm Pack." But Elara isn't like that. She's not like the other girls.
Heaved a sigh and scratched his neck. They had been friends for a long time, so he knew Sylas very well. Elara was a person that Sylas should have been careful around. Still, she made Ronan think of something. He kept having the thought that the prophecy was the only reason she wasn't here.
In a low voice, Ronan said, "I don't trust her either." "But we need to know." The prophecy has been told in my family for many years, and I can now understand it fully. I want to know why she's here. "Why now?"
Sylas said yes, and his face got darker. "What if she's really your partner?" Then what? "Ronald, are you ready for what that means?"
The question was sharp and ready to cut. It took Ronan a while to answer. He had always known the prophecy would come true, but things were not as simple as he thought they would be.
Ronan finally said, "I don't know," but there was some doubt in his voice. "But I'll find out."
The next morning, Ronan called Elara to the main hall of the pack. Over the last few hours, people in the room had grown thirsty, making the air thick. He could no longer stay away from what was going to happen. The pack had to learn about her. They needed to know what she could do and how dangerous she was.
Elara stood in front of him. She had calm but serious eyes. When they met for the first time the night before, she hadn't changed much. He still didn't know how to explain her quiet strength, but she still had that creepy, strange presence.
Then Ronan said, "You say you're my fated mate." His voice was steady, but he was not sure what to say. "But I need more than just your word." What would you like to do? "Why now?"
Elara stood tall and kept her eyes on him the whole time. I could not stay away any longer, so I came. For a long time, the signs and the prophecy have been getting stronger. I saw it. "I've felt it."
"What do you think the prophecy really means?" He asked while crossing his arms over his chest.
Elara's face looked less angry, but there was still a hint that something else was going on. The prophecy says that the Midnight Pack will face a darkness that can only be stopped by the alpha and his mate working together. We will face anything together if we accept our bond.
Ronan put on a face. "What if I don't want to accept it?" "What if I refuse this bond?"
It got darker in Elara's eyes. "What will happen is terrible." It's going to drop. "You're going to fall."
Ronald got a chill. He always believed the prophecy was a lie told by the pack's leaders to keep them in line. But Elara made it sound real, like a much bigger threat now that she was in front of him.
Ronan had a lot on his mind. It would be giving in to something he had never let himself believe in before if he did. That meant he had to admit he couldn't completely plan what would happen. It meant believing someone you didn't know very well, which was what trust meant.
But the other option, which was to turn her down, looked even riskier. He couldn't risk the safety of his pack. It would be impossible for his pride to destroy everything he had worked for.
Ronan told them straight out, "I don't trust you." His voice calmed things down. "But you can stay." "For now."
Elara just nodded, but it was hard to tell what she was thinking. It said, "Thank you."
As she turned to leave, Ronan felt a strange knot in his chest. He had made up his mind to let her stay, but he still had doubts. Could he really believe her? Could he trust what it said? But there was one thing he knew for sure: things would never be the same again.
After her conversation, Elara went back to the guest rooms where she had been staying. The conversation was still fresh in her mind. He told her she could stay, but she could tell by the look in his eyes that he was not sure. She believed that would happen. No one, not even a stranger, could mess up his life because he was the leader. He was proud and strong. But it was too late to change what the prophecy said.
She thought about what was going to happen next while sitting on the edge of the bed. From the start, she knew that life in Midnight Pack land would not be easy. She knew Ronald would question everything. She also knew that the darkness that was coming would do anything to destroy them. The clock was going off because time was running out.
Ronan should change his mind soon, she hoped.