Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,229

truly deafening. I recalled Saint explaining to me that he hid under the desk because a royal assistant named Whitney arrived to get William's measurements stating the attire would take weeks to perfect.

They wouldn't spend that time on just anyone.

"The designer for the show is Ruby Phoenix," Saint announced.

"Willow's half-sister," Viktor whispered.

"Fuck," I whispered. "We literally just hit the jackpot on this."

"I still have a question," Saint whispered. "If Willow was chosen as a child as a potential candidate, and the High Court individual who is thinking of stepping down is involved in such choosing, isn't another cycle going to be triggered?"

"What do you mean?" Dimitris asked.

"I'm not really sure," he admitted. "Like this individual stepping down from the chair had to have had a reason to plan like what? Twenty-plus years to potentially step down? They have to be confident their position will be taken, right? So, what if this individual knew of Willow's potential at some point and maybe triggered the possibility of Willow taking their spot when the time was right?"

It was hard to follow him, but his words had to have stemmed from somewhere. "What are you basing this on?" I asked.

"I don't really know," he admitted. "Unlike Neo, Dark Lords don't get generational knowledge, but I do recall something I read as a child in the church. Something about a cycle. It went something like..." He trailed off as a knock drew our gazes to the door.

"Enter," Dimitris encouraged. The door opened, and Milo slipped through the slightly open space to close it again. He wore black joggers and a yellow t-shirt, and I noticed his hair was silky black and reached his shoulders.

He looked tired which meant he had to have just woken up. He was apparently preparing to deliver his daughter to the fae lands for protection since he was a risk to continue to be with.

For the last two weeks, he'd been resting and visiting her. We'd yet to get a glimpse of her, but maybe it was for the better. None of us were really "good" with kids.

"Sorry to intrude," Milo announced. "I didn't want to seem tardy."

We looked at Dimitris, who shook his head.

"It's fine. We're almost done with our conversation."

Saint looked at Dimitris. "Is it okay to continue?"

"He may know something. It's fine. He already swore secrecy when he signed the temporary contract we created for him," Dimitris encouraged.

Saint nodded slightly and carried on, "The story I read when I was a child goes along the lines of.... A being of power sits upon a throne. A chair among chairs, a throne with a purpose and home. That being looks down upon the earth and finds a youth who's entered the world mere cycles before, a crown of power hovering over their head. Being chosen by the being creates a cycle of challenges...trials that aim to prevent the child from growing into their purpose. If the chosen child reaches a ripe season, the being of power may lift them up to the kingdom, and the world will see the child of the chosen one. That destined individual will awaken the next chosen child of royal abundance.”

His words began to sink in while he added, "Some used that analogy with God sending Jesus down as his chosen royal. And when it was time for God to step off his throne and for Jesus to return to the Kingdom and take his Father's place, he chose someone else who would continue his legacy on these lands and record the first cycle of our world of religion."

"You don't know the tail of the Wolf Outcast?"

We all looked at Milo, noticing how he casually stood near the door with his hands in his pockets.

"No?" Saint stated it like it was a question.

"It's a story told to royals, or specifically, those families with the potential to have the next outcast that rises up to the chosen throne when a spot is vacant."

We all stared at him in shock while he maintained his calm expression.

"A being of power who sits upon the chair of the High Court chooses a royal of a very young age to undergo a set of trials through their life that will determine whether they are worthy of taking the being's place when their star of magic is beginning to fade. If the child grows to a level of adulthood that's considered ripe, they ascend to the chair while the being of power is allowed to ascend home. The chosen outcast