"Visha is the chosen one."
Klara's gaze narrowed down on him. Randall had always thought Visha was the chosen one. It was nothing new to them. But this time... It was different... His words carried more certainty than contemplation. It made her panic.
"You've always thought so," She replied, hoping that it was still a thought to him.
A flicker of satisfaction crossed Randall's features. "I am certain of it now," he said, a hint of triumph coloring his voice. "She told me about her awakening. She described everything, how she used her newfound power to save the pack."
Klara felt the blood drain from her face. The air grew thin, stealing the very breath from her lungs. Had she been mistaken? Had her own mind conjured the image of the Crescent Moon shimmering on Reyana's skin? She had alm
