(Morrigan’s P.O.V) After walking upstairs to our bedroom, I close the door and sit on the bed to call Lysander. The phone rings twice before he answers. “Hey Morrigan, I’m surprised you’re calling me. You just left! I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your leaving feast, I had business to take care of in Khisfire.” “Hey L, it’s okay though you did miss one hell of a show.” “Yeah, your sister told me about that. I’m going to be speaking with your father about it here in the next day or so when I get back to Eferhile.” “Well, I wanted to speak to you about it because I noticed something funny during the incident. The fog that was created wasn't Fae magic. It was magic from your kingdom. Do you know of any dark spell casters or anything similar happening in Khisfire?” Lysander pauses for a minute to think. “What did the fog smell like? Or did it even have a smell?” “It didn’t have a smell at all, at least that I could tell.” “What color was it?” “Umm purple.”

(Morrigan’s P.O.V)             As we were walking back to the house a sudden wave of heat washed over me and my skin began to tingle. Suddenly everything went black, and I felt like I was being shot forward in time. (Vision) “There’s seriously a fucking prophecy about this mutt?! I thought you said there wasn’t anything mentioning a tribrid?!” “Well, I’m sorry Calida but this prophecy was made over a thousand years ago and was one of the last ever made by the Oracle of Alynthi. So, excuse me for not knowing that it existed.” “This means that everything is going to go to shit if she mates and marks that fucking Alpha dog Beatrix! How are we supposed to proceed?!” “Not my problem. We’ve done our part, now it’s up to you. We have moles all over the kingdom thanks to our foresight fog, now it’s your job to figure out the next steps in this plan.”

(Rian’s P.O.V) As Stark pumps our seed into our mate, we notice that she’s completely limp. Umm, Stark. I think she blacked out. Oh shit, I didn’t mean to do that. How do we wake her up? How about we wait to wake her up AFTER we get her out of the ropes. His and my worry combine in a swirl as I cut Morrigan out of her restraints, making sure to be gentle catching her. I place her on the bed and start massaging her limbs to make sure that they aren’t sore after our shibari play. I hear light snores coming from her as I begin to untie the ropes from the suspension rings. Once done, I throw out the cut ropes and go to the mini-fridge to grab Morrigan some water and food for when she wakes up. I lay down next to her and pull her close to my chest and just enjoy our closeness. She begins to stir after a few minutes and opens her eyes. I'm instantly lost in their emerald green color—I could get lost in her eyes forever. “You okay baby? I have some food and water r

(Morrigan’s P.O.V)             After what felt like a million hours of searching, Vladimir shouts with excitement capturing my attention from the scroll I was looking at. “Mo! I found it! I think I finally found it!” He exclaims, sliding over to me.             Putting the scroll in front of me I read the prophecy out loud: When the Winter Solstice Princess has completed 20 cycles around the sun, a great threat will bear down upon the realm. This Solstice Princess will have powers to stop the threat, being of three equal species: a wolf, an elf, and a spell caster. The Solstice Princess will come into her powers after meeting her beloved and marking them as her own. The tipping of the scales will be in favor of the Solstice Princess, with ice in her heart for those who would harm her loved ones, she will cover the corpses of her enemies in

(Morrigan’s P.O.V)            I honestly needed to get out of that office and be on my own, I needed time to think and process everything that’s happened over the last few days. “I’m going for a run; I need some air,” I tell the guys, before walking out the door, not bothering to wait for a response.            I walk down the stairs and through the front door of the packhouse, straight to the edge of the forest. I strip behind a tree, tying my clothes to my ankle, and letting Winter take control. She darts out into the forest, nimbly jumping over fallen logs and avoiding low-hanging branches before she realizes we are being followed. Mo, someone is following us. We’re going to have to fight. But I don’t know how to fight in wolf form. It’s a natural instinct, just follow that and