I’m sat in the only chair in the miraculously high ceilinged room. The dark wooded walls have braids dividing the sections and adding that small extra detail to an already extravagant room. Surprisingly there is only one piece of furniture in the room other than the chair that I’m sitting in and it was only put in here for the purpose that it will all be too much for me. There are a few painting and tapestries on the walls but the massive mahogany table that is about ten meters long and five wide takes control of the room. There’s a small fist sized blue orb floating above the centre of it. Ryder is crouched down in front of me, his hands massaging at my knees and calves in a soothing way as all of my guards even the one that Ryder introduced to me as Cole, are also in the room along with Maxon leant against either the walls or the table. Cole is my undercover guard and whenever I leave the royal quarters of the castle he will be around always watching me. He’s the one that has to get me out if something were to happen, he’s the one that has to keep me alive if a fight is to start. He has a soft look to his eyes as he watches me from across the room. His muscles suggest that he could be an even match for Maxon and possibly Ryder but I know something like that would never happen. Ryder has only told me one thing of the few he apparently has listed up about me and about what type of relationship that we supposedly have other than this mate bond. The thick manila envelope that I’m turning over and over in my lap is enough to shock me into becoming speechless. I can’t believe he did this and my eyes are stinging at the onslaught of tears that are beginning to surface but I frantically try to hold them back. “When, when did you do this?” I lower my voice to a level where I hope Ryder will be the only one to hear but now that I have it myself from the connection to him I’m much more aware of the advanced hearing that they all have. “Only the other day when I put the drip in your arm, I got Riley’s mate to run the tests on it and this is what he found.” he squeezes my knee and lifts a hand up to wipe away the tear that had involuntarily fallen down my cheek. My fingers shake as I attempt to pry open the tab and Ryder reaches up to place his hand over mine to steady it trying to help me open it but I pull it back away from him my hands still moving uncontrollably as I begin shaking my head. He had Jake test my blood to see what he could found out about me and apparently he found a lot about me before I ended up in Carlett, my parents’ identity being one of those things. I fell into the chair when Ryder first handed me the envelope. I could finally found out who my parents are and the reason behind why they gave me up and just left me alone on that freezing cold night but I’m not sure if I want to. He squeezes my thigh not pushing me to do anything with the information just trying to keep me calm like he asked me to. “Have you read what’s on here?” my hand is steady now as I press the tab closed and keep it closed, thinking that I have finally made up my mind. He nods his head once with another squeeze of my leg. “I have. Jake and Riley have seen it as well.” His hands message against my knees again. I am completely and utterly lost to whether I want to open it or not. He told me I didn’t have to. That he just had it as a reassurance that if I did want it one day that I could have it easily on hand and to check that medical and hereditarily okay. He knows. That’s enough for me and I know that if anything in here where important for me to know he would tell me about it without hesitation. It also makes me nervous that there’s something in here that he’s trying to keep away from me. “Your birthday is the second of December, if that helps you choose to read it or not.” He gives me a jaw dropping smile and I can’t help to smile back at him and be happy that he knew that would be something that I would want to know. It takes me less than a second to decide to reseal the envelope and hand it back to him. “It doesn’t say anything about how my scent isn’t supposedly human does it?” I whisper dropping my hand over his. “You’re human and so is your scent but it’s tainted by the scent of a prophecy.” He begins waiting to see what my reaction will be. I don’t know what he’s talking about and he continues when I feel my eyes widen in confusion at him. “Prophecies are incredibly rare, less than two hundred in the world. They’re just people that have a distinct feel and smell about them, much like you do. But it is to only link you to the prophecy that has been written about you however many years before.” He moves over and takes the blue fist sized orb into his hand. He holds it up in front of me and I can easily see the blue mist swirling around inside it, not once does it get close to his fingers but it seem as if it’s pulling in closer to me. “That’s a prophecy?” Slowly I reach up to take the ball from him and the second my fingers make contact with it the blue mist does what it didn’t do for him. The mist moves through the clear cool glass gravitating in to where the warm touch of my fingers fogs the glass up. Ryder’s hand tightens around my wrist when the blue leaves the orb and runs through and into my fingers, coursing deep into my veins. A mortal human will be born into council, To later be mated to royalty, The strongest yet to be seen, Together they will fight till a winner prevails, Death or life will come, To bear something stronger, Allowing peace to all creatures. “Lottie,” Ryder’s hand is combing through my hair softly as he softly breathes cool air against my ear. Blinking my eyes open I let out a shaky breathe, my hand gripping at the soft scented material of his shirt pressed against my cheek. I hadn’t blacked out, but everything just seemed too have stopped at the soft feminie whispery voice running through my mind. The words that were said were hard to make sense of even though there were a few haunting ones I could easily pick out.