Celeste's POV
We landed hard on the stone floor of my secret sanctuary—a cave hidden beneath a waterfall. Safe, for now.
Or so I thought.
As Amara and Elias got to their feet, I noticed something strange. The lines on Amara's skin were changing, rearranging themselves into a pattern I'd never seen before.
"What's happening to me?" she gasped, looking at her glowing arms.
I reached for my spell book, hurriedly flipping through the pages. This wasn't meant to happen. Unless...
A terrible realization hit me as I found the ancient book. My hands shook as I read the words.
"What is it?" Elias asked. "What's wrong with her?"
I looked up at them, my heart sinking. "The prophecy has a second part. One even the Shadow Council doesn't know about."
"Tell us," Amara said, her voice stronger than I expected.
I swallowed hard. "When the chosen one regains what was taken, a choice must be made. Save your mate or save your kind."
Their faces paled as my words sank in.
