The Vision
It had been days since the confrontation between Liam and Caleb, but the tension still lingered, an unspoken force between them that even the pack could feel.
Maya was alone in the forest, it was quiet, yet the air was filled with an unusual energy. The day had just rolled by, training for the day was over, Maya felt unease which gave some curling deep within her bones.
Seeking comfort, she had strolled deep into the forest, away from the noise of the packhouse. The high up trees, their leaves creating whispers as their wind blew. She sat against an old oak tree, exhaling loudly as she let the coolness of the evening settle on her.
Her mind was disturbed, remembering the words of Elara, the warnings of the said prophecy, and the weight of her mate bond with Liam. The more she tried to reject it, the more the fate seemed determined to bond them together.