Chapter 45: The Prophecy's Legacy

I never imagined I would find myself here again, buried deep within the ancient library beneath Silverwood’s roots.

The air was thick with the scent of dust and old parchment, the walls lined with shelves that stretched up to the ceiling, filled with volumes of history, forgotten secrets, and the knowledge of those who came before us.

Gideon’s sacrifice had been a heavy blow to all of us. His absence was a gaping wound in the heart of our pack.

But as much as it hurt to move forward without him, I knew I had no choice. There was still a war to be fought, a prophecy to be unraveled.

With trembling fingers, I opened the heavy tome in front of me. The cover was cracked, its once vibrant colors faded by time. But the words within… they were what mattered.

"You're certain this is the right book?" Rowan’s voice cut through the silence, startling me.

He had been by my side since we fled from that creature born of the artifact’s power, but the exhaustion and fear had dulled his usually sha