Page 100 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
Thalia.
She’s already revealed a prophecy to Lumi, but she hasn’t revealed one to me. I don’t know if she’ll help. But she’s our last hope that a seer sees a different fate for Lumi. That she has a choice in who her mate is. That there is a way to prevent war. That there’s a way for Lumi to get her wolf back.
I’m trying to be wishful for Lumi’s sake, but I don’t have any hope left. I’m here because of Lumi. I already know her fate without asking Thalia.
Lumi will be able to break the curse for one creature if she accepts Ambrose as her mate. She’ll get her wolf back by asking for it whenever she wants it. She’ll be an alpha queen.
But a war will still happen. She can’t stop it. No one can.
So she has to decide for herself if she can forgive him. If she still loves him. If accepting him as her mate, even if it doesn’t stop the war, is enough.
I’m pretty sure I already know what she will choose. She hasn’t completely severed her connection. She still loves him, still wants to forgive him, but she just can’t figure out how.
And me, I’ve always known how I’m doomed. I’ve accepted my fate as a killer, the enemy that needs to be stopped. She’s forgotten a little bit that I’m the villain. The one who took something from her far worse than just control over herself. I took her friend’s life, and I did it on purpose. Ambrose took her wolf by accident.
She can learn to forgive him, but she’ll never forgive me.
We stand on the small college campus that Thalia attends, standing outside of her statistics lecture hall, waiting for her to get out of class. It’s just Lumi and me. We saw no need for the rest to come with us this time since she’s not with her coven.
Students start to file out of the classroom, and we wait for the woman with long red hair and green eyes with an arrogance about her that only a talented witch could possess. She’s easy to spot. Without glancing at us, she says, “I have thirty minutes before my next class.”
“We won’t take up more of your time than that,” I say gently.
“I know you won’t.” She doesn’t ask us to follow her; she just starts walking. She leads us to a bench along a pathway that is anything but private.
We don’t argue with her. If this is where she wants to talk, then this is where we’ll talk. She’s doing us a favor. We don’t want to piss her off.
“I know you’ve already told me part of the prophecy, but you haven’t seen any of Nyx’s future,” Lumi says.
Thalia looks from Lumi to me. “I had a dream last night. A vision. A part of the prophecy. Every seer’s abilities work a little differently, as I’m sure you know. Some see their visions in dreams. Others need to touch you to extract a vision. Some are shadows, and some see clear pictures. Some are false, but notmine. Mine are prophecies, not simply visions. They are always true. That’s why they say I’m the most powerful seer of all time. I know the one strand of fate that is absolutely going to happen. I’ve seen a lot of strands—choices that both of you could make. But the vision I had last night, I know it will happen, no matter what you do. Both of you were in my dream.”
We both suck in a breath at that. Hope—that kernel of hope is back. If we are both in each other’s futures, then that could mean…
“Would you like me to tell you my prophecy, still knowing everything I’ve told you? Knowing that it’s the absolute future and nothing you do can change it?” she asks, staring at me. It’s my choice.
“Tell me your prophecy.”
“The Nightfall vampire is the one who stops the war. He finds a way to end the curse for all creatures. He basks under the stars…”
Lumi is smiling, but I see the problem with how Thalia is wording this. There is a but…a downside…
“While he watches the babies of the snow wolf dance in the moonlight.”
“What does that mean?” Lumi asks.
Thalia stares at me intensely.
“It means I figure out how to break the curse for all creatures. I stop the war. But you aren’t my mate,” I say.
“But you’re watching my babies, couldn’t that mean they’re yours?”
I shake my head. “Vampires can’t have babies.”
She goes solemn, understanding slowly crossing her face. I can’t be her mate. If this is the one true prophecy. If this is the one true vision, and if we believe Thalia is the most powerful seer, then this prophecy is true, and we aren’t mates. We can’t be.
All of the seers point to the same future. The same fate. Ambrose and she are mates, while I stop the war. The details are vague, murky, and unhelpful. But if what she says is true, we all get what we want in the end. I ensure the curses are broken for everyone. The war has been prevented, or at least stopped. And she gets her happily ever after with her mate.
Then why are we both looking at each other like we were just served a death sentence?
