"What do you mean, Shota?" Randall asked, his quizzical gaze narrowing down on her.
"A lot happened 400 years ago, Alpha Randall, just before the prophecy was given by the Moon Goddess. This prophesy was meant to warn us against a great evil that would befall our kind." Shota's demeanor changed, for the first time since Randall knew her. Her eyes shone with rage.
"What do you mean?" He inquired.
"Your forefathers thought they could change destiny?" A wry smile crossed her lips. "Unfortunately, fate can never be tricked."
"You keep speaking in riddles," Randall said, running his palms over his face in frustration.
"Power was one thing your forefathers had. But intuition was a major element they lacked. The same blood flows through your veins, after all."
Randall glared at her with fur
