REJECTED BY FATE, CURSED BY PROPHECY

en ran and laughed, but she knew laughter was dangerous in a world that did not welcome her kind. The pack that found her had taken her in, ye

ss spoke to her in quiet dreams, her silver light washing over the small, trembling girl. "You carry stone

tood the hunger in her belly, the weight of her mother's secre

er first signs of power. A leaf would tremble and float upward as if carried by unseen hands, or a s

g her, guiding her: "Do not let them see you for what you are

hed at her strange ways. Yet she persisted. The Moon whispered, and she obeyed. Every night, she carved symbols

erstand. The wind whispered her name. "Nyxara..." it sighed. The hairs on her neck stood. The shadows moved differently. Her pulse quickened.

oved. Yet she could feel it - unseen eyes watching, judging, waiting. She whispered a pray

ame, vivid and strange. She saw wolves bending under impossible skies, shadows bending to impossible wi

turn away too," the vision said.

ully understand it yet. The Alpha's rejection, though she had not met him, was a shadow that stretched into

tice her strange abilities - a glance, a movement of her hand, a small flame in the hearth that followed her touch.

Goddess watches. But beware, child. The blood in you i

riestess knew. Her hands were trembling, and the shado

her mother's old symbols again. She whispered,

yet see her. But his absence was felt in every prophecy, in every shadow, in every pull of blood and desti

e: "The world will test you, Nyxara. Shadows will come. Love wil

f destiny like a tide beneath her ribs. She did not yet know the Alpha. She did not yet kno

as ready

al was all she

ophecy doe

children are born