Page 5 of My Fated Mate

With an almost otherworldly focus, she cuts herself and begins to write using her own blood. In the stillness of the cave, the only sound is the scratching of the makeshift quill against paper.

As the prophecy forms on the page, etched in crimson, the words seem to carry the weight of the moon goddess. Greta's hand moves with an uncanny grace, the prophecy unfolding like a tapestry woven by unseen hands.

Once she completes the transference onto the paper clutched in her hand, Greta makes a slight sound in her throat, and the eerie glow fades from her eyes before she collapses.

“Greta!” I hurry to her side, checking for signs of life, while Rylan rushes to retrieve the paper.

She's alive, breathing slowly, but probably needs nourishment. I immediately mind-link one of the enforcers to bring her a tray of her favorite meals.

Then I stand and turn to Rylan, who passes me the crumpled paper with a frown.

Written in elegant handwriting, the prophecy pulses to life on the paper.

And when it’s time for the race to come to an end, there will be a savior. The mate that would bear the golden mark of the moon goddess. The new hope for the existence of werewolves.

Only this alpha with the prophecy shall find her…

I groan as sharp pain flashes in my head. I see a vision of auburn hair and green eyes, and before I can make sense of what I am witnessing, the image disappears.

Chapter 2

ELOWEN

I strut through the forest, my boots crunching leaves beneath my feet. The sunlight filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor.

As the daughter of the Alpha, I'm used to a life full of responsibilities and expectations. But that doesn't mean I can't have a little fun along the way.

And that “fun” is this. A silent walk or run through the woods with enough peace to listen to my thoughts.

I reach a clearing and pause, leaning against a tree to catch my breath. Suddenly, I hear rustling nearby—something in the bushes. My senses go on high alert, and I tense, ready to defend myself.

Out of the shrubbery emerges none other than my best friend and fellow pack member, Finn. He grins at me, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Hey, Pipsqueak," he says, flashing a wolfish grin. "What are you doing out here all alone?"

I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. "Just taking a stroll through the woods, Finn. What's it to you?"

Finn chuckles, stepping closer. "You know, you're always so serious, Elowen. Why don't you lighten up for once?"

I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of my lips. "Lighten up? Please. I'm the life of the party, Finn. You should know that by now."

Finn laughs, shaking his head. "Alright, alright, I get it. You're the queen of fun. But speaking of parties, there's a gathering at the Alpha's den tonight. Are you coming?"

I consider his invitation for a moment, tapping my chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, let me think about it. I do love a good party, after all."

I grin as Finn punches my arm playfully, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's the spirit, Elowen."

"Anyways, I knew you'd be here. Whatchu wanna do? Go for a run, right? Mind if I join you?" He asks.

I roll my eyes, knowing full well that my father probably sent Finn to keep an eye on me. "You know, Finn, I can take care of myself, alright? I don’t need a chaperone just to go for a run."

As Finn pouts, his bottom lip juts out in mock hurt. I can't help but roll my eyes.

Dramatic fool.

"Aw, come on, Elowen. You know how Big Daddy is. I can't deny him anything," Finn insists, his puppy-dog eyes pleading with me.

I snort, barely able to contain my laughter.

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