ZELENA

Kovu's POV

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding as the door to the healer’s chambers shut behind my father. The only thing whirling in my mind was the name of the mad witch—Zelena.

Come to think of it, why on earth would he send me to her? The mere mention of her name sent shivers down my spine. Zelena’s reputation in our pack was infamous, even though she was locked in the underground dungeon. She was known for her insanity, but even so, she had a knack for prophecies, which came at random and were always accurate, no matter how cryptic they seemed at the time.

I lay back on the bed, deep in thought about the pros and cons of this. Going to her could lead to answers, but it could just as easily lead to disaster. But what other choice did I have? I couldn’t continue like this; I had to figure out what was happening to me if I ever wanted to master the Bloodlust Ascendancy.

_I don't like this; that woman is unpredictable_, Kyrax growled in the crevices of my subconscious.