#Chapter 241: The Three Artifacts

Olivia The light of the moon hung heavily over the clearing, its glow casting intricate patterns on the ground. As Freya’s words enveloped me, I felt as if I were suspended in time, caught in a web of fate and destiny. “I was there when you were born, Olivia,” she whispered directly into my mind. It was a strange sensation, feeling her voice resonate within me, bypassing my ears entirely. “Why? Why were you at my birth?” I asked, my own mental voice shaking with the weight of the revelation. “You’re special, Olivia. You bear the bloodline of the Ancient Wolf,” her voice echoed softly in the caverns of my thoughts. Nathan and I paused, shooting each other another apprehensive glance. I could feel the weight of his stare; his theory had been correct. Supposedly. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?” I asked, turning back to look at Freya once more. “I’ve never felt special…” “Do not pretend that you do not know,” Freya said, her voice taking