Aria looked at the three impossible choices before her.
Dorian clutched the silver horn that would bring fifty rogues to their door.
Lydia waited beside the pool, her ghostly form getting more solid by the second.
And above them, the sounds of battle got louder as the pack fought for their lives.
"Choose quickly," Lydia purred. "Every moment you hesitate, more of your precious pack members die."
"There has to be another way," Aria said desperately.
"Sometimes there isn't." Luna Seraphina moved to an old chest carved from black stone. "But before you decide anything, you need to see this."
She pulled out yellowed pages covered in strange symbols and faded ink. The paper was so old it broke at the edges.
"What is it?" Caden asked.
"The real prophecy. The one the elders tried to hide." Seraphina's hands shook as she spread the leaves on a stone table. "I've been keeping these safe for twenty years, waiting for the right Moon Wolf to appear."
