Page 87 of Claimed By Fur and Fangs

The old woman leaned forward, her eyes glinting with something ancient, something older than time itself.

"Alma was a powerful soul, very courageous, one that transcended the boundaries of death, she died while trying to prevent a tragedy," she began, her voice carrying a haunting weight. "When she died, the forces that surrounded her left a crack in the fabric of the universe. A crack that would one day be filled. And you, Amelia, were the one meant to fill it."

I felt a chill run down my spine, but I stayed silent, watching as Amelia’s face paled at the woman’s words.

"You don’t just look like Alma, Amelia," the woman continued, her gaze now focused entirely on her. "You carry the weight of Alma’s fate and the bloodline she left behind. The moment she died, her essence sought a new body to reincarnate into. And through certain... alignments, her soul found its new home in you."

"So, I’m not just... I’m not just a normal person?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

The woman shook her head slowly.

"You were chosen, not by chance. But by the forces of the bloodlines, the ancient ties between vampires and werewolves. A balance must be maintained, and your existence is both a blessing and a curse."

I took a step forward, my voice low and urgent.

"What does this mean? What do we need to do? Is this... prophecy real? The one Finn’s father wrote about, the one that spoke of destruction, of war?"

The old woman’s eyes softened as she regarded me, her expression unreadable.

"The prophecy is not a simple prediction," she said, her tone gravely serious. "It is a consequence of what has already begun. The child of the dual bloodline the one who carries both vampire and werewolf heritage will be the key to ending it all. But that child will also be the one who brings about the greatest destruction, unless both the chosen and cursed bloodlines can reconcile."

I clenched my jaw, my thoughts racing.

"And what does Amelia have to do with this reconciliation? What choice does she have in it?"

"The chosen one’s role is to bridge the divide," the woman said, her voice heavy with a foreboding finality. "But unless she finds balance within herself, the darkness will consume her. Alma’s soul did not return merely to live again. She returned to prevent the fall of both species, to end the war before it begins. But only you, Amelia, can make the choice to stop it."

I could see the weight of the woman’s words pressing down on Amelia, and I knew the path ahead would not be an easy one.

I turned back to the woman, my voice firm.

"And if she can’t find that balance? What happens then?"

The woman’s eyes darkened.

"If she fails, the war will ignite. And both vampires and werewolves will be wiped out, leaving only the humans to reign, unchallenged." She paused, her gaze flickering with something ancient. "But if Amelia succeeds, she will unite the two bloodlines and bring about peace. A peace forged from the blood of the chosen one."

I nodded, the gravity of her words sinking in.

"What do we need to do next?"

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing.

"You have to find the cursed one and end him."

“And how do we end him?” Amelia asked.

“Your blood and only your blood can end him,” the witch said.

“Does my sister Vera have anything to do with the cursed one?” I asked.

The witch's eyes flickered as I asked about Vera.

"In due time, you'll find out, but for now..." She leaned forward, studying Amelia with a mysterious intensity. "Would you like to know how Alma died?"

I hesitated, glancing at Amelia, unsure if we were ready to face the truth of Alma’s past.

I finally nodded.

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