Werewolf Academy Year Three - Jayme Morse Page 0,69

was saying… It all made sense.

“There’s something else, Raven,” Gloria continued. “I’m ready for you to know about the prophecy.”

“There’s another prophecy about me?” I asked, trying to suppress an eye roll.

That was the downside, I supposed, to being the first natural-born werewolf in history; the very first Descendant. There were so many prophecies about me and so many curses. It was getting to the point that I could barely keep them all straight.

Gloria nodded. “Any time a Seer predicts the future, any time they have a vision the same way that I have, you can call it a prophecy. This vision is very clear and very strong. And I think you’re finally ready to know about it now.”

“Great.” I swallowed hard. I could feel my nerves wash over me. “Let’s hear it.”

“Before we do this, I want you to know that the prophecy I’m going to tell you about will alter your life forever,” Gloria warned.

“What if I’m not ready yet for this prophecy?” I swallowed hard. Even though a part of me secretly didn’t want to see this prophecy, I also knew I had to see it. I had to know how my future was going to change and why.

“Well, darling, in this instance, I’m afraid it really doesn’t matter if you’re ready yet or not. This war is going to start any day now, and you must be ready for it. I must show you the prophecy. I am going to transfer it to you, this vision. After you have seen it once, you will be able to watch it again, any time you want, in your own mind.” Her dark eyes locked on mine. “Are you ready, dear?”

I nodded, even though the truth was that I wasn’t sure if I was actually ready. I wasn’t sure if I would really ever be ready.

Gloria reached out and grabbed my hand then, and it hit me: an electrical jolt. The pain was so intense; as it ripped through me, it felt just like lightning.

And then I saw it all unfold before my eyes. It was the most bizarre thing; it was almost like I was watching a movie but with me as the main character.

I was sitting on a throne at the Royal Palace on Nocturne Island. I was wearing a gold crown, which was adorned in sapphire and ruby gemstones.

The part that stood out to me the most was the bump.

I was pregnant.

My skin was glowing with radiance, and I looked so incredibly happy. I was pretty sure that it was the happiest I had ever seen myself.

“It is with great pride that I announce to you that the war has ended. While we mourn the deaths of the ones we have lost, we are relieved that more lives weren’t taken from us. I promise you that, during my reign, we will never see a war as ugly as the one we are now free of.” At that moment, I watched as my mate walked across the stage. He, too, wore a crown, and people in the audience rose to him. That was when I knew.

He was more than just my mate.

He was my husband.

My King.

That was where the vision ended, and I allowed what I had just witnessed to process.

I was going to be Queen. And he was going to be King.

We were going to have a baby, and as a result of that, the war was going to end.

Somehow, I knew the reason Gloria was showing me this was because this was the only way the war was going to end: if I took a husband and had a child. It was as if we had just traveled through time. If these two things didn’t happen, then the rest of the vision wasn’t going to be true, either.

If I didn’t marry him and have his baby… our baby… the war wasn’t going to end so easily. More lives would be lost, and the portal between the human world and the paranormal realm would be lost forever.

The entire world as we knew it was relying on us. It was relying on me making a decision.

When I glanced over at Gloria, she asked, “Do you understand what you need to do?”

“I understa—” I started to respond, but before I could even get all of my words out, another vision began to play. It hit me just as quickly as the first, but it wasn’t quite as intense, for some reason.

I could see Iris and Milos. He was