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Chapter 609

Chapter 109 : Only Death Will End the Bloodshed

*Maeve*

I bet you didn’t expect to see me here.

It’s not my story, after all. At least, it wasn’t until the moment my son placed that heavy leather-bound book in my hands.

Once upon a time, a long time ago, I was a young woman on a mission to save my world from destruction. I’d been told it would end with me, that my powers would be beyond reason. But then… nothing. Hanna was the one who killed Tasia, the Lycennian Dream Dancer hell-bent on destroying everything, and everyone, we knew and loved. Hanna was also the one to bring forth the conclusion of the Moonstone Prophecy, giving birth to Selene, the next White Queen–our Lena, my beloved Lena.

I was happy to fall back into the background. All I cared about in those early years after the fall of Lycenna and Dianny were my triplet sons and my mate. I threw myself into motherhood. I threw myself into mending the fractured pack of Poldesse by Troy’s side. The years ticked by, quiet, uneventful.

But then I… I got pregnant again.

It had been a shock. It was a miracle, if I was being honest, that I was able to carry another pregnancy full term after the trauma of having the triplets. Our boys were almost twelve years old at the time. We had thought we were done. We had decided our triplet princes were enough.

“It’s a boy,” the nurse had said as she placed the infant in my arms–my fourth son, our baby, Lucas. I looked into his sweet, innocent face and… I panicked. It all came rushing back to me, overwhelming me. My time in Dianny flashed before my eyes–Una’s words, telling us all that my children would be sons, all FOUR of them… all of the questions, the warnings, the lingering doubts that our troubles weren’t over strangled me until I found it hard to breathe.

There was a time the visions of seers were taken with a grain of salt. Even Hanna’s visions were doubted, and by herself more than anyone.

But now, as I stood deep within the forest, the ice-covered river creaking and hissing steam in my periphery, a vision from a time long past wouldn’t ease its grip on me, just like I couldn’t seem to ease the grip on the howling book of spells.

I saw two white wolves in a clearing, one standing protectively over the other. I’d seen it while standing in that circle of stones in Dianny; everyone had. I’d been told it was me and my mother.

I realized, as I knelt in the snow to lay the book on the ground in the light of a crescent moon, that those wolves were me and someone who had not yet been born at the time.

“I hate magic,” I breathed, closing my eyes against the soft, feral whimpers of the book as I opened its pages.

going to happen, and I could admit it had been a long time since I’d shifted. What-ifs had clogged my mind during what ended up being a quiet supper.

body and a thick wool hat shielding my ears and

wolf form, and for some Goddess forsaken reason, only by

my clothes on a low-lying tree branch as the snow bit into my toes. Shivering and as naked as the day I was born, I stepped back into the moonlit clearing and took a deep

in warmth as my body shifted to that lean, silvery white wolf. I pawed the ground, then stretched, shaking out my fur. I was nearly as pale as the snow covering the forest

peered at me with a

you alright out there?’ Hanna said through the mind-link.

watching the dark form of the moose disappear as it crossed the

she was likely waiting by a window in the castle, pining for information.

and I knew she could feel every ripple of my anxiety coursing through my

chilled breeze, mingling with the muted whispers

but I was unable

the book without being invited to come forward.

more of a stiff gust of wind. The book slid across the snow in the wind’s wake, its pages

as the eyes stared at me in unison. Suddenly, they disappeared, and

not to bare my teeth at the spirits

giggles that wove

a witch,’ I said through the mind-link, unable to form more than growls, yaps, and howls

Morrighan. Let us show you the answers you

ran up my spine as the mind-link crackled, and Hanna’s voice cut through

happening?’ she said hurriedly, but I was already walking

they were dancing. My eyes went wide as I watched what I knew, without a doubt, was the entire story of my lands, my people, and our

birth, my childhood, my journey to the moonstones and my mate, then the birth of my

on and on, illustrated as though

and going. Then it stopped, with a picture of a white wolf in a

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