Her Vengeance or His Love

The Prophecy

(Sadie P.O.V)

After what felt like the longest car ride ever, we finally made it to the safe house. When a safe house came into mind this was most definitely not it. I kept picturing an apartment in a high-rise with floor to ceiling bulletproof oneway widows and with nothing but stark white walls to drive you mad while you were in insolation. This place was not that. It was a five bedroom, three and a half bath home tucked away on a small five acre piece of land that butted up against a little forest. It had an up to date kitchen any master cook would be envious of, a large fireplace in the living room and master bedroom and a fully stocked wine cellar in the basement. The house had everything you needed if you wanted to stay off the grid: fresh water from the near by spring, several small greenhouses with an assortment of fruit and vegetables, chickens for fresh eggs and even a couple of goats which I assumed were being taken care of since everything was so well up kept and the animals were happy. We were also no more than an hour or so away from town so if there were any other necessities we needed we could easily get them.

I must have been ogling the place because Gemma nudged me to follow her. She threw a small duffle bag over one shoulder and began massaging the other with her free hand. She must have slept at a bad angle in the car since I could hear her grumbling to herself about how she was going to be stiff for the next few days. From the corner of my eye I could see Jace trying to hold back a smile.

"Sadie, are you listening?" Gemma stopped to glare at me starring at her brother.

"It's not what you think," I said shuffling past her as fast I could with my crutches.

"Uh-huh, it better not be because unless he's your mate, which we both know he's not, you better keep your eyeballs in their sockets."

I rolled my eyes and waited for her to continue leading the way down the hall, "You will be taking the master. It has its own bathroom with a shower and bath, a private patio that leads to the back yard and a fireplace. Oh and there's also a mini fridge incase you don't want to hobble all the way down to the kitchen for a drink or a midnight snack," she set down the duffle she had with her on the bed, "We weren't able to get any of your stuff but I packed a couple of my things from my place that you can have till we can get you some new clothes. Clean up and try to get some rest. Come down in a few hours, we need to have a meeting about next steps," she smiled and left me to my thoughts.

"Thanks," I sighed and tried to relax then noticed my clothes. Sweat, blood, and dirt were caked to everything. The shirt I was wearing was ripped down the middle where Gemma had to remove the debris from my stomach. The same thing with the jeans I had been wearing, cut from the end seam up to the thigh where the cast had stopped. No wonder the car ride had been in uncomfortable.

I beelined towards the bathroom and moaned at how relaxing it looked. It had a giant clawfoot soaking tub with every imaginable spa amenity from scented soaps to three wick candles. The last 24 hours were murder on my body and my muscles ached with longing for a soak but I was covered in soot, dirt, and blood so I needed a vigorous scrub down. Not to mention this damn cast. I won't be doing any soaking for at least six weeks.

"Poo," I pouted, "We will be properly introduced in a few weeks, of that I can promise you," I said to the tub and made my way to the shower instead.

It was a large shower and could easily fit three more people my size inside. I grabbed one of the plastic bags Gemma had given me for my leg and thoroughly wrapped it. Once I was sure I wasn't going to be getting this thing wet I undressed and turned on the shower and welcomed the onslaught of hot water over my screaming body. I stayed motionless under the water till it stopped changing colors and ran clear. I sat on the built in shower bench and began scrubbing my hair with a eucalyptus scented shampoo and conditioner and out of no where started crying. It was my mom's favorite scent and the reality just now hit that she was gone. My last memory of her will be of her telling me to take the kids out of the estate and smiling before turning her back on me to face the enemy head on with my dad at her side.

With the soap long washed out of my hair the water had started to run cold, 'I must have been in there longer than I thought,' I grabbed a towel and wrapped myself in it like it was a blanket and limped to the bed and collapsed. My thoughts were racing and my moods kept moving from sadness to anger. The next thing I knew Gemma was knocking at my door, "Foods ready, come down and eat before it gets cold," she shouted.

I groaned, I had passed out face down on the bed, still in the towel. I tried to tame the mess that had become my hair until I finally said screw it and threw it in a haphazard bun. I riffled through the bag that Gemma had given me and found a pair of yoga pants and an oversized sweater, which on me wasn't so oversized. It looks like I am bigger than Gemma in more ways than just her height. Shoulders, chest and hips all stretched the materials to their limits and without meaning to the outfit went from relaxed to looking more provocative than it was meant to be.

By the time I made it to the dining room Gemma and Jace we're already starting to eat. My stomach growled as the aroma of tomato sauce, basil, thyme and garlic hit me. It was a simple dish of spaghetti and meatballs but it was one of my favorites. I sat down and served myself an oversized portion of the pasta, three of the largest meatball I had ever seen and a garden salad with all the fixings. Before I could shovel food into my mouth my stomach growled again.

Gemma and Jace laughed when I rolled my eyes at my stomach, "Apparently your not serving yourself fast enough for your stomach," Jace laughed.

"So I guess we need to go shopping sooner than later?" Gemma asked looking my outfit up and down.

I blushed, "Yeah, sorry. I hope it didn't get stretched out too much."

Jace cleared his throat with an attempt to not choke on his food when he finally noticed what I was wearing and made an attempt at changing the awkward topic, " Aside from shopping, what's the plan?" he said smoothly and successfully changing the subject.

"First off, Sadie do you know about the myth that surrounds the first female born Alpha?" Gemma asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, "No. I didn't even know there was one."

Gemma cleared her throat and straightened up, "Okay, our parents told us that their great-great grandparents or however many greats had served under the last Alpha-Luna and that they had written some details that a prophetic witch had told them. It went something like this:

After centuries of turbulent alliances and uneasy peace, a civil war will break out within our walls. The birth of the next Alpha-Luna will strengthen bonds that were fractured and forge new alliances that were never there before. Her heirs will inherit and rule over a unified kingdom, one of which the supernatural realm has never seen before."

I raised an eyebrow, "Seriously? I couldn't even keep my pack together long enough to be named Alpha and you expect me to 'Rule over a unified kingdom'" I said using air quotes.

"Don't shoot the messenger," she shrugged, "Its what we were told for as long as I can remember."

"Our parents were so convinced of this prophecy they had us trained by wizards, witches, other types of shifters and fairy folk. And your parents had you learn every advanced course their warriors knew on top of all that stuff that Alphas are supposed to know when it comes to ruling over a pack. They did it so you were prepared."

"No they did it so the men in and out of the pack would take a female seriously and not weak. It wasn't because of some prophecy," I said in a huff.

"Just think of it this way if you don't believe us; the attack on the pack was the first part of the prophecy. Alice and Brandon bought in rogues, killed our ranked officials, which would have included you if we hadn't gotten to you in time. They incited a civil war within our walls, Alice and Brandon completed the first part of the prophecy," Gemma said eating a meatball, "I think our next steps should be to see where this prophecy will end up taking you."

"No. Our next steps are to heal, get stronger and then kill the two bastards that killed our parents and took the pack. That's it, nothing more."

"But-"

"No, I'm done, end of discussion."

"Just think on it because like we said: they've already incited a civil war and your fate is entangled in this whether you like it or not."