Tangled

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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Miriam has left her visibly unsettled, a

demeanor.

sort of prophet?” I ask, unable to contain my curiosity any

the mirror, 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

tone, but a part of me refuses to back down. “But she was saying such odd things.” I

what was said here.

the pack. If Alpha Renard hears

grip on 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?”

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countless times

so I choke out a soft, “Yes,”

***

and forth in the cramped space of my bedroom, having skipped dinner with the family. Seeing their faces

any moment they’d start talking

power I can’t access? And are her words a vision of the future, or just some cryptic mumbo–jumbo she spewed on the

spot?

the door opening interrupts my circular thoughts and I whirl around to see Phoenix entering the room. His expression is grim, his brow furrowed with concern. He tosses a burner phone onto my bed, the device

caution. “What’s

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ask, heart pounding.

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

bells in my

and I want to vomit all the food I’ve eaten from past to

he assures me, but his tone is laced

Renard, they never expected that you would truly be able to bear him any kids, considering that he hasn’t had any

Renard is barren.”

frowning. “What do you

shoulders sagging with the weight of some unseen

weren’t

be true. “How

rolling his shoulders

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to

best friend. She helped cover it

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

skirmishes with

is almost too

because they weren’t alpha heirs at

Did she mate a delta?

do that?” I ask, my voice trembling with a mixture

in a pack. She didn’t want to lose her position as Luna, even

reeling. How many other secrets are buried beneath the surface

our pack?

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