Chapter 31
The Prophecy
Elder Vaughn leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with the weight of ages. He began, his voice low, solemn, like the opening verse of an ancient tale.
"Three wolves, one soul, torn asunder by old magic. Only the daughter of the moon can repair what was broken, but her choice will end two lives to save one."
A cold silence enveloped the room. Even the air seemed to be still.
"Three pieces of one cursed soul, bound to the Goddess's daughter. Only one road leads to life. Two routes lead to death. The chosen brother lives, the others become shadows. The circle repeats until the curse is broken."
Alpha Throne folded his arms slowly. "What exactly does that mean?"
Elder Vaughn looked directly at the triplets. "You are not three souls. You are one. Torn apart by ancient magic. Fragmented. You were born as three… but you are not whole."
Kael's mouth twitched. Ren blinked. Dax remained still.
"And Aria?" Liora asked, clutching Aria's hand tightly.
