Kieran’s POV

Alice gestures for me to enter the cabin, but I don’t want to. The truth is, I don’t think that I am ready for the truth. What if the oracle tells me that I am not the child of light? What happens then?

“Get inside, Boy,” Alice grumbles. “It is now or never.”

I walk slowly toward the cabin and pause at the front door. Looking over my shoulder at Alice, I see her walking away. “Aren’t you coming with me?” I ask her.

Alice chuckles. “The oracle’s words are for you and you alone.”

I raise my hand to knock on the door, but it swings open before I can. No one is waiting for me on the other side of the door.

The house is eerily dark, with shadows dancing on the walls from the flickering candles. The smell of incense is heavy in the air, causing me to cough. I wave my hand in front of my face, trying to clear the air before me.

“Come in, Child,” a haggard voice comes from the darkness. “I have been expecting you.”

I step into the dark cabin, and the door slams shut behind me. I spin around and pull on the door, but it doesn’t budge. “What is going on here?” I yell at the oracle.

“Once you enter the home of an oracle, you cannot leave until a reading has been given,” the oracle says. “Now come and sit down.”

I give my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness. My werewolf, Karr, pushes forward to help me see in the dark. The darkness in the room seems to lift, and I am able to see. The cabin is one large room. There is a bed in the corner with nothing but a tattered quilt on it. A makeshift kitchen is on the other side of the room, with a kettle brewing over a fire. The room is unbearably warm as I take a seat across from the oracle.

“I am sorry I am late,” I say, trying to sound as polite as possible.

“I knew you would be,” she says.

Tearing my eyes away from the room, I turn my attention to the oracle sitting across from me. There is a large crystal ball sitting in the center of the table. The oracle is waving her hands along the top as she stares at it.

The oracle is wearing a dark cloak that is pulled over her head, and the tips of her fingernails are black in color. She grabs the hood of her cloak and lowers it to her shoulders. I try and fail miserably not to gasp when I see her face. Deep lines of tattoos cover her face, and her eyes are nothing but black orbs.

I reach over the table to shake her hand, but she recoils at my gesture. Awkwardly, I pull my hand away and lay it back into my lap.

“Why are you here?” The oracle asks.

“Didn’t Alice explain…” my voice trails off as the oracle raises her hands to stop me from talking.

“Alice’s questions and your questions are not the same,” the oracle says. “Now, why are you here?”

I pause and think for a moment. I know I need to word my question carefully when I speak with the oracle. “I need to know if I am the child of light,” I say.

The oracle laughs loudly. “My dear child. You already know the answer to that question. Are you sure that is what you want to ask?”

“So, I am not the child of light,” I respond sadly.

“You do not bear the mark of the Moon Goddess, correct?” The oracle asks.

“I do not,” I respond.

I get up from the table and begin to walk toward the door of the cabin.

“Where are you going?” The oracle asks.

“You answered the question I had,” I tell her. “I am leaving.”

“I did not provide you with an answer that you could not find yourself,” the oracle says, and her eyes flash a strange color of gold.

“Will I ever be the King of the packs?” I finally ask her the question that has been nagging in my mind.

The oracle’s eyes burn a brighter shade of gold, and the wind picks up in the cabin. I watch with interest as she hobbles over to the fireplace and sticks her hand into the ashes. The flames dance around her hands, but they do not burn her. She opens her hand, and the wind picks up the ashes and carries them into the air.

Dark figures made of ash fill the room. The figures fight and clash with one another until they all fall to ask around the room. I think that the vision is over, but out of the ashes, the three figures rise.

Holding my hands up against the swirling wind, I try to see who the figures are. The one in the center is a female with long, flowing hair. On either side of her are two ginormous wolves.

The vision tells me all that I need to know. My sister is the rightful ruler of the packs. I hang my head in shame as the ash falls to the ground.

Thinking that the vision is over, I turn to leave, but the oracle’s haggard voice stops me.

“The one they call the Luna Queen has delved into the mind of a dead man. She knows her enemies and is formulating a plan. War is inevitable, but the outcome will always be the same. The true leader of the packs will always prevail.”

“What does that mean?” I ask the oracle.

“I have given you all of the information that I can,” the oracle says as she grabs her broom from the corner.

The door swings open as the oracle begins to sweep the ash that has settled on the floor. A cloud of dust gathers at her feet as the oracle sweeps the ash out of the front door.

But I refuse to leave until I get more answers. “You didn’t tell me anything,” I shout at the oracle.

“You saw the same vision I did, Boy,” the oracle spits at me.

“But who is the true leader of the packs?” I beg the oracle to tell me.

The oracle shrugs her shoulders and continues to sweep. “Only time will tell.”

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