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Trepidation and anxiety flow in equal measure through my veins as my mother leans forward, tired of waiting for a clear answer. “Can you sense if Ava is pregnant, Sister Miriam?” o

The woman’s eyes glaze, her gaze becoming distant as if peering into another realm. Her voice deepens, taking on a strong cadence that seems to vibrate the very air around us. “An ancient power lies dormant, awaiting the weakest to awaken it. Her womb shall house the strongest, who will inherit the legacy of the

Lycans.”

And just like that, she’s back, the energy dispersed in mere seconds. She blinks at me, then toward my

mother. “It is uncertain,” she answers, still with her eerie smile. “I shall come again before the ceremony. Alpha Renard has chosen well.”

“Ah, yes…” My mom’s pathetic agreement only cements her disdain toward me. “Thank you for coming, Sister

Miriam.”

“What are friends for, Grace?”

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Sister Miriam’s gaze meets mine once again. There’s a glint in her eyes that makes me nervous. “If you ever need me, child,” she says, her voice low and almost melodic, “simply light a candle and call my name. I’ll

find you.”

I watch Sister Miriam leave, her words lingering in the air like an ominous mist. As the door closes behind her,

my mother lets out a shudder, her face twisted. She

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the dresser and rubs the gel over her palms, making sure no amount of skin is untouched, as if trying to scrub away an invisible stain.

“Who is she?” I ask, unable to contain my curiosity despite the strange encounter.

My mother’s eyes narrow as she turns to face me. “Stop being so nosy, Ava,” she snaps, her voice laced with irritation. “That’s none of your concern.”

She looks over my body in disgust. “It’s unfortunate that we still don’t know if you’re pregnant, but I guess there’s little we can do except wait.”

I watch my mother closely as she continues fussing with my hair, her movements stiff and agitated. The

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with Sister Miriam has left her visibly unsettled, a rare crack in her usually

demeanor.

prophet?” I ask,

gaze in the mirror, her eyes narrowing. “I told you, it’s none of your concern,” she snaps,

to back down. “But she was saying such

what was said

own status in the pack. If Alpha Renard hears something like that, it doesn’t matter what plan Phoenix has in mind–he’ll keep trying to get me back.

my hair tightens, and I wince as she tugs at a lock with more force than necessary. “Enough, Ava. You’re not to speak of this again, do you understand?” Her voice is

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I’ve heard countless times

a soft, “Yes,” hoping I

***

mind races with a thousand thoughts and a thousand more worries as I pace back and forth in the cramped space of my bedroom, having skipped dinner with the family. Seeing their faces would make it

any food, wondering if at any moment they’d start talking

the power I can’t access? And

spot?

I whirl around to see Phoenix entering the room. His expression is grim, his

with caution. “What’s going

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ask, heart pounding.

freaking out about

in my

I want to vomit all the food I’ve eaten from past to future. “Are they going

they won’t,” he assures me,

bear him any kids, considering that he hasn’t had any

Renard is barren.”

has me frowning. “What do you mean? How do you know that?”

his shoulders sagging with the weight of some unseen burden. “Dad and Mom said that his

weren’t

be true. “How is that possible?”

his weight rolling

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goes over my head, to my desk, then to the floor off

She helped cover it up. She told

his words sink in a little at a time. Alpha Renard, the powerful and feared leader of our pack, has been deceived all this time, his wife bearing children that were not truly his

with

almost too

they weren’t alpha heirs at all.

were weak. Did she mate

ask, my voice trembling

hardens. “Power, Ava. It’s always about power in a pack. She didn’t want to lose her position as Luna, even if it meant betraying her

sink onto the edge of my bed, my mind reeling. How many

our pack?

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