Fate's Love Triangle

The Wait of the Prophecy

Marcus's PoV

The drive back to my hotel was filled with a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions. The encounter with Xavier in the changing room had shaken me to my core. I took the rented car and raced back, careful to avoid the Moonshine Pack's territory. It took me about two hours to reach the safety of my room, but my mind was anything but at ease.

Once inside, I slumped onto the bed, the events replaying in my mind. The way Xavier had reacted to me, and more importantly, the way I had felt when I was around him—maybe the prophecy did hold some truth. For the first time, I found myself believing in the ancient words that had been whispered to me years ago.

- Flashback to 4 Years Ago -

Damian and I sat in an abandoned building a few hours away from Moonshine territory. The group we were with called themselves the Prophets. They had existed for hundreds of years, their leaders all descendants of the group's founders, with leadership roles passed down through generations. Damian and I had become friends when we met at the induction ceremony for this group. We were both recruited for our unique assets: Damian, who was destined to become an alpha with power that the Prophets could use, and me, a rogue child taken in by the Prophets because they believed I was part of a prophecy passed down through their lineage.

Now, here we were, sitting in the induction, being introduced to the group's inner workings. The Prophets were an enigmatic sect, shrouded in mystery and tradition. For a year, I had learned their ways, their beliefs, and the importance they placed on prophecies and ancient wisdom.

Two years later, when we were both sixteen, Damian and I were called into the office of the highest leader of the Prophets. The leader, an elder with a gaze as sharp as his mind, deemed us old enough to be told about a significant prophecy. The room was dim, lit by flickering candles that cast eerie shadows on the walls. The leader's voice was grave as he spoke of our destinies.

"Damian," the elder began, his voice echoing in the silence, "you will find your mate, and your mate will be special. This mate will have a connection not only to you but to another wolf as well. The Moon Goddess has willed it this way."

Damian's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean, another wolf?"

The elder continued, "This other person in your mate's life will enable your pack to become stronger. This individual will possess special abilities that you, as an alpha, do not. The ability to foresee decisions before they happen is rare but exists. This ability will only manifest when you accept the other half of your mate."

I could see the tension in Damian's posture, the way his fists clenched at his sides. "So you're saying my mate will be in love with me but also have feelings for someone else?" he demanded, his voice rising.

The elder nodded. "Yes, but these feelings will be less intense than those for you. This connection will be instinctual, a bond ordained by the Moon Goddess."

Damian exploded, his anger palpable. "I can protect my pack by myself! There's no way I would share my mate with anyone, especially not another man."

The room fell silent as the elder's gaze shifted towards me. "The other person," he said slowly, "is Marcus."

Damian's eyes turned to me, disbelief and rage flashing across his face. "You? This is a joke, right?"

But it was no joke. The Prophets had been clear. Damian's mate would have an undeniable connection to me. The realization shattered our friendship. Damian's fury was uncontrollable, and he lunged at me, his fists flying. This moment marked the end of our friendship and the beginning of his deep-seated hatred for me.