Chapter 151: Echoes in the Blood
LUCIEN'S POV
I had never believed in fate.
Not really.
I believed in blood, in loyalty, in the cold blade of strategy. But prophecy? Ancient whispers wrapped in riddles? That belonged to the realm of mystics and fools.
Until tonight.
Until a boy's skin burned beneath Celeste's dagger, and the words Black Moon dropped into the room like poison into wine.
I watched Celeste disappear into the forest after the council ended. Kael followed her silently. Darius gave chase like a stormcloud on two legs. I remained behind, watching the fire's embers slowly die.
Because something else had started burning.
And I wasn't sure if it was in the room or inside me.
The prophecy.
If the Heart awakened… the Old Ones would return.
