“So… silver wolf, huh?” Damon says when we are sitting by the pond, near the cottage, in each other’s arms and enjoying the beauty of the nature.
“Yeah, mom always told me I am special and I will stop the war between humans and werewolves one day so I need to stay alive.” I tell him and he frowns.
“The prophecy.” He says with a distant look.
“What?” I ask him and turn to look at him.
“We learned about a prophecy, but I don’t remember exactly what was that about, but my father always told me if I see a silver wolf, we have to kill it on the spot because that wolf will bring death to the hunters as the prophecy says.” He explains.
“I will never hurt you or any other humans or hunters, that’s a bullsh*t.” I tell him when I remember something. “Wait, I think mom told me about this.” I tel
