#Chapter 126 – The Prophecy

“Oh, you did grow up handsome, didn’t you?” The Goddess of Life says, laughing lightly and slipping her hands over Anton’s face, turning it up to hers as she smiles. “I was so hoping you would.” He laughs a little in turn, shrugging, modest. I can’t help but grin, thinking that Life is understating it a bit. “My little wolf pup,” she says, sighing happily, shaking her head as she marvels at him. “You did not have as easy a start as your cousin. But I’m pleased to see that you came through it well.” “You…gave me to the right people,” Anton says quietly, gulping a little, unable to take his eyes away from his mother’s face. “Thank you for that. The nuns…loved me. Did everything they could to raise me well.” “Yes, I was assured they would,” the Goddess of Life says, raising her eyebrows and nodding steadily, taking her hands from his face. “Though I am very displeased to see that your soul has slipped free of your body. I created you for life, Anton. You should be living it.” “