CHAPTER 5: Secrets In The Blood

Kyara’s POV

Eric's words lingered in the air but did little to calm the storm within me. As much as I wanted to believe his promise to fight for me, I knew he couldn't keep me safe from this. I was unsure if I wanted him to. An awful part of me said that I needed to face this alone, that whatever power it was, it belonged only to me.

The problem was that I wasn't certain I could control it.

Eric stood close to me, his gaze seeking answers. But I didn't have any responses for him. Just questions—never-ending, terrifying inquiry.

"Kyara," he continued softly but firmly, "we need to figure out what's going on with you." If Victor is correct and there is a prophecy, we need to grasp what we're dealing with.

I nodded, but my mind was racing. How could I understand something that did not make sense? A prophecy? A power I didn't ask for? The entire concept appeared absurd, like something out of a twisted storybook. Yet, deep within, I felt its reality like a slow-burning flame. There was something ancient and dangerous inside of me.

"I don't even know where to start," I said quietly, feeling the weight of everything on my shoulders. " In what ways do you fight something that's already inside you?"

Eric's palm brushed over mine, and the warmth of his touch sent a rush of calm through me, although temporarily. "You aren't alone in this. "We will work things out together."

The honesty in his voice moved me, but before I could react, the ground beneath us shook—a faint, unsettling rumble that sent goosebumps down my spine. I stiffened, and my heart raced.

"What was that?" I asked, examining the shadowy room.

Eric grimaced, his gaze narrowing as he listened. "I'm not sure, but we can't stay here."It's unsafe."

He turned and indicated for me to follow, just as I took a step, I felt a sharp ache in my chest. I gasped, clutching my heart as the sensation swept through me like fire. My knees buckled, and Eric held me before I hit the ground.

"Kyara!" His voice was frantic and panicked, something I had never heard from him before.

However, the pain was too terrible. My vision blurred as the world around me began to spin. Something wasn't right. The force within me was reawakening, flowing through my veins like a wild and free monster.

I could feel it: pushing, straining, and wanting relief.

Eric's face loomed above mine, his expression filled with worry. "Kyara, please stay with me. Look at me."

I tried concentrating, to stay focused on the sound of his voice, but the power was overwhelming. It clawed at me from the inside, striving to break free.

The painful feeling subsided as quickly as it had begun.

I blinked, struggling for air, as the world came back into focus. Eric was still holding me, his hands tightly wrapped around my arms, his eyes wide with concern. But something had changed. I sensed it in the air around us—an uncomfortable energy that buzzed throughout the room.

And then I understood what it was.

The darkness around us was more than simply shadows. It moved. Shifting. Almost alive.

"What the hell is that?" Eric murmured, his eyes darting across the room.

I pushed myself up, my legs shaky but usable. The shadows moved down the walls, twisting and writhing like living beings, growing thicker and deeper. In the midst of it all, a figure appeared from the depths of the darkness that I had never seen before.

A woman.

As she approached us with a piercing silver gaze that sliced through the shadows around us like a dagger of light and mystery, she projected a primeval presence that appeared to weigh down the air with an old energy of strength and intensity that encircled us like a heavy robe on a warm Summer night. Though her face remained strange to me in its particular nuances, something about her gestures and the way her eyes met mine evoked in me a sensation of recognition and familiarity as if I had known her in a previous or parallel existence. 

Eric confronted me abruptly. Asked sharply, "Who do you think you are?". His posture was aggressive. Prepared for a confrontation. 

The lady smiled sweetly. Her face appeared distant and emotionless."You're quite protective," she added in tone."But you won't be able to shield her from this." 

Eric scowled violently and vowed, with resolve in his eyes, "No one will harm her while I'm around."

The woman's grin spread as her sparkling silver eyes twinkled with amusement. "Oh no," she giggled softly. "I have no intention of hurting her; I simply want to find out the truth." 

My heart raced as I moved closer, saying, "What do you mean by that?"

Her eyes greeted mine. I sensed wisdom in her look, which seemed beyond my comprehension at the time. "Kyara," said, "share with me the story of who you are meant to become."

Eric approached me with fists. Said firmly: "We've had enough of hazy riddles tonight. If you have something to share with us, please do so plainly and directly.

She didn't pay attention to him. She was focused on me, her eyes fixed on mine. "Have you sensed it too?" she inquired earnestly."The strength is within you. It's developing and awakening," she whispered."You can't keep ignoring it for longer."

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “What... what is it?”

The woman stepped closer, her silver eyes gleaming in the dim light. “It’s the bloodline.”

“Bloodline?” Eric echoed, his voice full of confusion.

The woman's eyes never shifted from me. "Your blood contains more than you realize, Kyara. You are not simply a werewolf. You're something more. Something ancient, related to a prophecy that predates all of us. And the power within you is just a little of what is to come.

My heart raced and her words sent goosebumps down my spine. "What are you saying?"

She takes another step closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You're the last of the Silverbloods."

The room came to a halt as her words hung in the air like a death sentence. Silverbloods. The name appeared in my thoughts, unfamiliar but familiar, like a long-buried memory pushing its way to the surface.

I shook my head. "That is impossible. The Silverbloods went extinct centuries ago."

The woman smiled again, but it was the same cold, lifeless smile. "Not all of them."

Eric stiffened against me, his body pulsating with barely contained wrath. "What the hell does that mean?"

The woman's silver eyes moved briefly to him before returning to me. "This means, Kyara, that you are the last of your species. The last of a bloodline capable of changing the world's power dynamic. And when the time comes, you will have to make a decision. "Will you accept your destiny... or destroy everything?"

My stomach turned, and nausea surged in my throat. This could not be authentic. This could not be true. But deep down, I knew it was. I felt it in my bones, in the very center of who I was.

Eric snarled and stepped forward with force. "She doesn't want any part of this prophecy. "She is not a pawn in your game."

The woman's smile vanished, and her eyes clouded. "This is not a game, Alpha. It's fate. Whether she likes it or not, Kyara will do her part.

The shadows around her began to pulse, becoming darker and denser, and I felt a familiar pressure build up inside me, the power rising uncontrolled.

"No!" I gasped and clutched my chest as the terrible sensation returned, harsher than before.

Eric came out to me, but it was too late. The force exploded from within me, causing him to collide with the wall. The woman stayed motionless, her eyes glowing brighter as she watched me battle against the force that was devouring me.

"You can't fight it, Kyara," she replied. "It's in your blood."

The world raced around me, the pain blinding, and just before I fell out, her final words screamed through my mind.

"The choice will come sooner than you think."