Chapter 18: The Prophecy Unveiled

“You shouldn’t have followed me,” I hissed under my breath, as I and Lysa trudged through the dense forest, the branches snagging at our clothes like skeletal fingers.

The darkness of the night was oppressive, the moon hidden behind thick clouds, casting the woods in an eerie, suffocating gloom.

Lysa ignored my words, her face set in a grim expression. “You needed backup. Besides, I wasn’t about to let you go alone.”

My mind was racing with everything that had happened. The stranger’s cryptic message had left me reeling, my thoughts a whirlwind of questions and fear.

But the one thing I couldn’t shake was his claim that the prophecy had been misinterpreted—that I wasn’t a threat to the pack, but its savior.

If that were true, it would change everything. The rejection, the fear, the isolation—I had been living a lie, all because of a mistake in how the prophecy was understood.

But could I trust him? Could I believe that what he said was true, or was this just another manipu