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A prince as her guidance

On the night of the blue moon

With the light to her left

And the darkness to her right

A decision has to be made.

Everyone stares at Freya through wide eyes. “Finn has to be the prince,” Jace muses.

I can feel the worry through our mate bond, and I turn to look at Freya. “Don’t be scared.”

Mom tilts her head again and reaches out her hand to take Freya’s into hers. “He is right,” she says warmly. “Don’t be scared, dear.”

For the next few minutes, we all discuss the possible meaning of the prophecy while Mom takes a sip from her tea. When she munches on some cookies, Dad turns to look at her. “Are you trying to tell us something?”

“Oh, you.” She pokes his chest with her index finger and giggles. “Always straight to the point. I like that about you.”

He looks like he doesn’t know if he should roll his eyes or grin, but then he settles for a smile. “I know.” When Mom offers him a bite from her cookie, he smirks, opens his mouth, and swallows the whole cookie.

“Hey!” Mom glares. “That was mine!”

“Shouldn’t have offered a hungry wolf something to eat,” Dad deadpans.

Wise man,Max muses. Apparently, the sound of munching has woken him from his trance. His full attention had been on Freya ever since we started the meeting.Wise words.

I pinch the bridge of my nose in annoyance.

“You should make sure to attack on the night of the blue moon then,” Mom says, as if she just had this idea now.

Surprised by her sudden words, we all shift our eyes to her again. “On the blue moon night?” Dad repeats.

My mother looks at us insistently. “Yes,” she says with emphasis. “Make sure it’s the night of the blue moon.” She jumps up. “And now I’m going to fetch us more cookies!”

thirty-seven

Priorities

*FINN*

Wewalkuptoour suite, both deep in thought. “Your mother’s power,” Freya says into the silence. “Her gift… what exactly is it?”

“If only I knew for sure,” I groaned. “She sees things,” I try to explain. “Like fairies and alike.”

“Like Trixie?”

“Yes, fairies normally aren’t visible to our eyes, but my mother can see them. When she seems to be spacing out, it’s normally because something else has caught her eye, something we can’t see. It leads her to secrets sometimes. She sees the light, whatever that means. Also, she can communicate with the spirit world, apparently even with the Goddess.”

She gasps. “What?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know for sure.” I pause. “Mom and Dad never talk much about their gifts. My brother Liam once told me that some gifts are so peculiar and powerful that you can’t share them with others. Dad never inquires about anything my mom says, and when she claims she can’t say more, he accepts it. He is an alpha, so giving up control like that is very unusual for him.”

“It’s because he respects her,” Freya says with a gentle smile before her gaze turns to one of worry. “Flora… she is seeing something concerning me,” she points out. “Do you think it’s bad? You said you can’t reach a part of me either, didn’t you?”

I close the door behind us before taking her face between my hands and looking at her earnestly. “Freya, just because we don’t understand it, doesn’t mean it’s bad.”

“But the prophecy about the light and darkness,” she points out.

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