Chapter 68 The Wolf King's Prophecy

Chapter 68 The Wolf King's Prophecy
Deborah's POV

The monster's howl was closer now. Deborah felt the seed inside her pulse in a sick way, matching the approaching danger. 

Her legs gave out, but Erick held her up as shadows moved at the edge of the clearing. 

The thing hunting her wasn't just drawn to the seed; the seed called it, like some old magic in her blood had brought it forth. 

She felt its hunger, like the seed had marked her as food for something that had waited centuries.

"Deborah, stay with me," Erick said. His hands were firm on her shoulders, even though his body was ready to fight. 

Their special connection, the Eclipse Bond, buzzed, and she felt his inner wolf get ready to protect her. 

But under his strength, she sensed fear he couldn't hide. He'd faced many dangers before, but this was different. This was much older than anything they knew.

The monster howled again, and the trees seemed to pull back. Deborah's vision blurred, and the seed's power felt like ice spreading inside her. She was so tired and weak. The monster was coming for her.

Then, everything changed. It wasn't the monster's presence that changed; it was something else. The air got cold fast, and Deborah's breath fogged. 

The shadows stopped moving. Erick squeezed her hand, his wolf instincts knowing something his human mind didn't. The forest became completely silent.

A figure came out from the old oak trees. It was a giant wolf, bigger than any alpha Deborah had ever seen, bigger than stories said. 

Its fur shone silver and white, like moonlight, almost otherworldly. Its eyes, like melted gold, looked at her. 

They were old and wise. Deborah felt the age of centuries in its stare. 

This wasn't just any wolf. This was the Wolf, the Spirit her grandmother told scary stories about.

The Spirit Wolf King lived before the wolf packs split, before agreements were made, and before the Hybrid Crown was seen as a reward instead of a heavy burden.

"Impossible," Erick whispered. Deborah felt his wonder through their bond. Even he, who knew the old stories, didn't really believe. 

No one had seen the Spirit Wolf in three generations. Most thought it was just a story.

But it was here. And the monster hunting Deborah had become completely silent, which was scary.

The Spirit Wolf kept looking at Deborah. When it spoke, its voice wasn't just heard with her ears, but felt deep inside her bones, where the seed was. 

"Child of two kinds of blood, you carry a crown that is not whole. You carry something that was never meant to be carried alone."

Deborah's legs finally gave out, but Erick caught her. He gently lowered them both to the ground. He held her close against his chest. One arm was around her waist, the other hand held hers. 

Their special bond grew stronger, and she felt power from it, from him.

"What do you mean, not whole?" she whispered, her voice rough. "The Prophecy talked about the Hybrid Crown, about bringing the wolf packs together."

"The Prophecy, you know, is only part of it," the Spirit Wolf said, moving closer slowly. The ground seemed to shimmer around it. 

"What the elders remember, what they wrote down and passed on, it's only the start, not the full story. 

They saw the crown. They saw the unity. But they didn't see the cost."

Erick's hand squeezed hers. "What cost?"

The wolf's golden eyes looked at him, and Deborah felt him shake. 

"The special bond you two have it's not by chance, not just a simple mate-bond. It's the key the Prophecy forgot. 

One person cannot carry the crown alone. It was never meant to be. 

The seed she carries, and the power it gives, will destroy her unless the weight is shared."

"Then I'll share it," Erick said right away, his voice strong. He moved Deborah in his arms to see her face, his dark eyes full of resolve. "Whatever happens, she won't go through this alone."

Deborah felt something open up inside her when she heard how sure he was. It wasn't about duty; it was just him. Choosing her. Choosing this, even knowing the risks.

"You don't understand, young alpha," the Spirit Wolf said. "Sharing the crown's problem means you tie yourself to a future the Prophecy didn't mention. 

The monster hunting her now is just the start. More will comeattracted by the seed's power, the broken crown, and the destiny that was messed up because the elders only saw part of the truth."

The Spirit Wolf looked like it was fading, becoming see-through. Not much time left. The magic keeping this old being visible was disappearing.

"Tell us," Deborah said, trying hard despite feeling weak. "Tell us what the Prophecy missed."

"The Hybrid Crown wasn't just about bringing packs together with power," the wolf explained. "It was meant to fix the old problem when vampires and werewolves split from one origin. 

But fixing it needs sacrifice. 

It needs two people willing to become one, to mix their spirits so fully that the old differences vanish."

Deborah gasped. Become one. Not just linked, not just mates, but something deeper. Something that would remove all lines between them.

"The Eclipse Bond," Erick said slowly, starting to understand. "It's already happening, right? The mixing."

"Yes," the wolf confirmed. "But it's not finished, just like the Prophecy isn't finished. 

Until you know what 'finished' truly means, the seed will keep harming her. 

The monster will keep hunting. And the crown will stay broken, a promise not kept."

The Spirit Wolf really started to fade now, turning into mist and moonlight. But its voice echoed one last time, full of a warning and maybe sadness.

"The moon mark will guide you," it said. "But following it will change everything you think you are. Choose carefully, children of the Prophecy. Choose quickly. 

The monster I've kept away won't wait forever, and worse things are moving in other worlds."

Then it was gone. The forest sounds came back: the wind, leaves moving, the far-off howl of the monster hunting her.

Deborah leaned against Erick, totally worn out. But before she could talk, before she could even think about what they'd heard, sharp pain shot through her left eye. 

She screamed, and Erick held her tight as she shook.

"Deborah! What's wrong?"

The pain was blinding, burning, like someone had burned her eye. She couldn't reply, could only take it as something big had changed inside her. 

The seed felt it, and the Eclipse Bond glowed so bright she could see it even with her eyes closed.

Then, just as fast as it started, the pain stopped.

Deborah opened her eyes, gasping, and Erick froze. His face was pale, looking both amazed and scared.

"Your eye," he whispered. "Deborah, your left eye is lit up."

She lifted a shaky hand to her face. Even without a mirror, she could feel it. The heat. The power. 

When she blinked, she could see things differently through that eye, parts of reality she'd never noticed, magic and fate woven into the world like a picture.

And in Erick's dark eyes, she saw it: a silver, glowing crescent moon mark, curved around her left eye like a symbol.

The moon mark. The way ahead.

The start of them changing into something the Prophecy never fully talked about.

Far away, the monster howled again. This time, Deborah understood its call. It wasn't just hunting her.

It was hunting what she was turning into.