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70 Ava: Sister Miriam (II)

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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left her visibly unsettled, a rare crack

demeanor.

she some sort of prophet?” I ask, unable to contain my

her eyes narrowing. “I told you, it’s none of your concern,” she snaps, her voice laced with irritation. “Don’t ask about things that don’t involve

back down. “But she was saying such odd things.” I just want to make sure Mom isn’t going to go telling Alpha

was

her 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

force than necessary. “Enough, Ava. You’re

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heard countless

out a soft,

***

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.

choke down any food, wondering if at any moment they’d start

my head like a haunting melody. How did she know about the power I can’t access? And are her words a vision of the future, or just some cryptic mumbo–jumbo she spewed on

spot?

circular thoughts and I whirl around to see Phoenix entering the room. His expression is grim,

wars with caution. “What’s going

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ask, heart pounding.

grimaces, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Mom and Dad are freaking out about what Sister Miriam said,” he explains, his grim tone

in my

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

his head. “No, they won’t,” he assures me, but

would truly be able to bear him any kids, considering that he hasn’t had any luck in so long. Even with you

Renard is barren.”

do you

the weight of some unseen burden. “Dad

kids weren’t biologically his.”

be true. “How is

rolling his shoulders

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head, to my desk, then to the floor off to the side of him. “Mom

cover it up. She

implications of 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 own. They’d been his

skirmishes with other

almost too much to comprehend.

they weren’t alpha heirs at

were weak. Did she mate

I ask, my voice trembling

pack. She didn’t want to lose her position as

edge of my bed, my mind reeling. How many other secrets are

our pack?

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