#Chapter 72- The Prophecy

Cora The prophecy had felt like a distant, mythical thing since I had first heard of it. But according to Kingston, I wasn’t the only one who had a vague understanding of its importance and purpose. Kingston had told me that for so long, it had been something buried in the dusty pages of old werewolf texts as well, whispered about in secrecy. Some had believed in it; others were skeptical. But it wasn’t distant anymore. The evidence of it all was there, inside of me, and I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I couldn’t push it aside and hide within the walls of Kingston’s mansion forever. The time had come to face it and accept it. I stood in Kingston’s vast library, the ancient tome open before me on the heavy wooden table, the golden moon emblem on the page glowing faintly. My fingers trembled as I read the words aloud again, as if saying them too many times would make them more believable: “The Moon’s Daughter shall rise with the moon’s divine light in her blood to bring uni