Lila's heart thundered as the silver-eyed woman's words echoed in her ears—"You were never meant to be prey, Lila. You were meant to be the predator." The truth reverberated in the dim, crumbling corridors of Adrian's stronghold, mingling with the distant sounds of battle that seeped through every stone. Dust motes danced in the weak torchlight as Lila's mind raced to make sense of it all.
She pressed her trembling hands to her stomach, feeling once more the gentle flutter of her unborn child. It was an ache that was both terrifying and strangely comforting—a reminder that she was not alone, that a part of her future lay within. And yet, the revelation struck her hard. Who had told her such things? Who was this mysterious woman, and what did it mean that Lila was "meant to be the predator"?