CHAPTER TWELVE
The moon pours its silver light through the window, casting long shadows across the room I share with Lila. The scent of lavender and the old wood of our Golden Paw home fill my senses as I sit on the edge of my bed, fingers twisting a strand of hair.
"Skye, you've been staring at that same spot on the floor for an hour," Lila says from her bed across the room, her voice a soft melody against the stillness.
I lift my gaze to meet hers, the weight of secrets threatening to spill over. "Lila, do you remember what that old woman said?" My heart races as I speak the words, the prophecy now entangling my fate.
Her eyes widen, curiosity igniting like a spark. "Of course, it's all anyone has been talking about. But what does—"
"I'm the one," I interrupt, my voice barely more t
