Moonbound:prophecy of the werewolf

s held secrets from centuries past. Luca led me through corridors lined with port

stopping in front of a painting of

ars." He paused beside me, studying the portrait. "That's my great-grea

happ

ether for thirty years before he died of old age." Luca's voice was quiet. "

usy exactly, but a complex mix of emoti

ere." He looked at me sidew

is situation was so far beyond my experience that I h

alls were covered in ancient books, scrolls, and what looked like primitive cave paintings. In the ce

ca said. "Everything we know

s were beautiful but alien, like a language I'd once known but forg

uca observed. "That's...

t the symbol continued to pulse with soft light. "Tell me about the prophecy. T

rom one of the shelves. The pages were yellow with ag

'When the moon bleeds red and the old bloodlines wake, the Daughter of Two Worlds shall rise. In h

rlds," I repeated.

ose: the path of dominion, where power flows like water and the weak serve the stron

I choose

. Should she reject her nature, the light within will consume her, and the children of the

unding the table. "So I either become a tyrant

pression serious. "What if the prophecy isn't talking about poli

e wh

rom one side or the other." He leaned forward, eyes bright with possibility. "Your mother said the Moonbound

would explain why I don't feel the urge to domin

re's another way to ch

s head snapped toward the window, his body going ten

it?" I

od slowly, moving with predatory grace

hrough me. "N

different." He cursed under his bre

What's

icked in a moment later, bathing everything in red light that

said grimly. "Th

nte

need to be eliminated." He grabbed my hand, pulling me toward what

'm hum

inward, revealing a narrow passage. "The moment you manifested Moonbound p

ss echoed through the mansion. Shouts followed-human voices ca

I gasped as we ran thr

h worry. "And they came prepared. Silv

g into the forest behind the house. We burst into the mo

fath

ough I wasn't sure I believed it.

ing what seemed to be a predetermined escape route. Behind us, the sounds of battle

we going?

. It's abou

dressed in tactical gear and carrying weapons I couldn't identify. But it was the eyes

h accent. "By order of the Hunter's Council, yo

Luca wh

oked like a modified cros

is time it felt different-wilder, less controlled. The hunter dove as

is feet. "The reports didn't mention you wer

does that mea

more dangerous than we initially calculated." He rais

ound, and I watched in horror as a silver