(Chapter 50:Mira's Pov)
The moment my eyes landed on my name, the world around me blurred. My breath shallowed, my pulse a wild rhythm against my ribs. The prophecy was written in dark, aged ink—no, blood—its letters curling across the brittle pages like shadows given form.
I forced myself to read.
> The wolf with a divided soul shall rise in the time of reckoning.
A kingdom shall fall by her hand, and the earth shall drown in war.
She is the blade that cuts both ways, the fire and the ruin.
And when the final hour comes…
To break the chain, she must destroy the one bound to her fate.
The last words sent ice through my veins. Destroy the one bound to her fate.
I didn't realize I was shaking until Lorenzo's voice cut through the silence.
"Enough."
The book snapped shut in my hands.
