Page 106 of Marked By Moonlight
I grind my teeth together, my anger palpably adjusting the air from cold to warm. But I take a seat across from her, knowing I don’t have the strength to stand for much longer. My head is still light-headed, and my body feels like a light breeze could knock me over.
Her lips curl up. “That wasn’t meant to be disrespectful. As a seer, I’ve seen you coming for years. It’s nice to finally meet you in person.”
“Oh,” I almost say sorry, but then, after what just happened, I’m not in the mood to apologize to anyone anytime soon.
“My name is Thalia; I belong to the Starlight coven.”
“I’m Lumi—”
“I know exactly who you are.” Her eyes beam into mine as if to say she knows what pack I belong to or used to belong to. She knows I’m from the Wintermoon pack.
I pause, hoping she doesn’t call me out in a house full of eavesdropping shifters.
“I’ve spelled this room. No one can hear our conversation.”
I raise my eyebrows in surprise.Can she read my thoughts? Whether she spelled the room or not, I get the impression that I shouldn’t trust her implicitly.
“I assume you’re here to ask what prophecy I told Ambrose?”
“You don’t know why I’m here?”
She rakes her teeth over her bottom lip. “I don’t see everything, only what the prophecies say.”
I take a deep breath, smelling Ambrose’s scent as I do. The rage returns as his familiar scent infiltrates the shields I’ve put up. I love him, and he kissed her. He kissed another woman like I was nothing. He—
I hold my breath, pushing the pain down into my gut, knowing that it will brew there until I explode later. But not right now.
“No,” I know he’ll tell me what she told him. It would be a waste of time to ask her what prophecy she told him.
“How do the prophecies work? Who can see them?”
Her green eyes widen at my questions. “Those with the gift of a seer are the only ones who can see a prophecy. The seers are the most powerful witches in each coven. But the curse hasprevented any one witch from seeing an entire prophecy. We only get small parts now. Parts that can be easily misconstrued and lead us to inaccurate conclusions.” She frowns as if it pains her.
“So if I saw something in a dream, what does that mean?”
Her eyes snap to me. “No wolf shifters have the gift. Anything you saw was just a dream, not a prophecy.”
I sigh, knowing she’s telling the truth. I have no special gift. There is nothing special about me that helps me see the future or have any additional knowledge about how to break the curse.
“Don’t you want to know if you’re the one that’s destined to break the curse?”
Do I want to know?No, because it terrifies me if I’m the only one who can break it. I’d much rather know that many could break it. The pressure is too great.
She doesn’t wait for me to answer. “A snow wolf is destined to be the key to breaking the curse.”
I suck in a breath, knowing that a snow wolf is me. My name means snow. But then, in my heart, I’ve always known I was the one—the one everyone has been waiting for.
“But you should know, you aren’t the first the prophecy has said would break the curse. You’re just the current destined one.”
“What happened to others?” I ask.
“They died trying to break the curse.”
Chapter 45
Lumi
Ambrose and I stand at the top of the hill with our fingers intertwined. We look down at the crowd that has gathered on the side of a hill overlooking the stage where I was presented as an offering last month. This time, I’m here because it’s my choice. And this time, I know exactly who my mate is.
