Chapter 198

OLIVIA’S POV I received the warning from the shadows—fragmented whispers that witches advanced on our territory, their numbers growing. It wasn’t a dream or rumor; a snitch slipped in a coded message only I could decode. A war of magic and bloodstone wasn’t just prophecy—it was a dark destiny whispered by Elder Alyosha years ago. I remember dismissing those words once, eager to step into my new role as Dominic’s Luna. But now, as I sensed the witches gathering, his prophecy echoed with chilling clarity. Elder Alyosha had spoken quietly beneath crescent moons, long ago—about sacrifices etched into my fate. At the time, I was blinded by colors of dawn and the promise of his pack’s future. “When the mark wakes,” he cautioned, “you’ll lose more than you’ll gain. Blood must be paid… your own blood, and others’.” I thought it a metaphor for power’s burden. I never imagined I’d be standing here—feeling the sting of his words thousands of times stronger than I ever believed possible. The witch