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“Wait!” I cried, reaching out to her as she disappeared into the mist. “Alma don’t go! I need more answers!”

I woke up, my heart racing and my body drenched in sweat. The room was dark, the only sound the soft breathing of Sienna beside me.

“Prevent the prophecy…” I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible. “What does that even mean?”

Chapter Twenty

Finn

Aidan and I stood on the balcony, the cool breeze heavy with Vera's threats as we strategized to keep Amelia safe.

“We need to tighten security,” I said, leaning against the railing. “Vera’s not going to stop until she gets to Amelia. We can’t afford any mistakes.”

Aidan nodded; his jaw tight as he stared out into the darkness.

“I’ve already doubled the guards and reinforced the wards around the property. But Vera’s cunning. She’ll find a way if we’re not careful.”

I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

“We need to be proactive. Sitting here and waiting for her to make a move isn’t going to cut it. We need to find her before she finds us.”

Aidan turned to me; his eyes sharp.

“And how do you propose we do that?”

Before I could respond, the sound of the balcony door sliding open caught our attention. Amelia stepped out, her hair tousled and her eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination. She looked like she hadn’t slept, and the way she clutched her robe around her told me something was wrong.

“Amelia,” I said, stepping toward her. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She hesitated, her gaze flickering between Aidan and me.

“I… I had a dream. About Alma.”

“What did she say?” Aidan stiffened, his expression darkening.

Amelia took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she spoke.

“She told me about a prophecy. She said we have to prevent it from coming to pass, or it will mean the end of everything. Aidan, do you know anything about this?”

“A prophecy? No, I’ve never heard of anything like that,” Aidan frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion.

My mind raced, and then it hit me, a memory I hadn’t thought about in years.

“Wait,” I said, my voice low. “I think I might know something.”

Both Aidan and Amelia turned to me, their eyes filled with questions.

“When I was younger,” I began, “I found my father’s diary after he died. There was something in it… a prophecy. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but now…”

“What did it say?” Amelia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I closed my eyes, trying to recall the exact words.

“It was something about the stars falling from the heavens and the night sky bleeding. It talked about a war between vampires and werewolves, a battle that would wipe out both species and leave only humans. It said the child of the dual bloodline would be the herald of destruction.”

“A dual bloodline? What does that mean?” Aidan’s eyes narrowed.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But it also mentioned something about a pact forged in shadows and a darkness that no one could control. My father wrote it down like it was a warning, but he never explained what it meant.”

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