Child of Prophecy {#Multimedia}

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

The Child of Prophecy is the worst possible thing I could be. The sacrifice of the Child of Prophecy is said to be the key to releasing the spell that binds the Sun God, the leader of the rogues and the enemy of the Moon Goddess. His release would result in a complete apocalypse. It wouldn't just involve werewolves, but witches, fey, vampires, demons––the entire supernatural world would fall apart. Countless humans would be dead within hours of his release. That's why every time a new Child of Prophecy is discovered, the Council kills them. For three centuries this has happened. When they find out, I will be dead by morning. That's if the the rogues don't get me first.

"I'm going to die."

"No, you aren't," Keenan replies, fiercely, coming to stand in front of me and cupping my face in his hands. "We won't tell the Council anything and I will make sure that no rogue ever comes within a hundred feet of you. I won't let anything happen to you."

"But–" he cuts me off by placing a finger gently over my lips. He leans his head against mine. I feel a sense of safety enfold me when he wraps his arms around me and I bury my face in his chest.

"I just found you, cupcake, I'm not going to let anyone take you away," he promises and I believe him. Even though I am still scared and even though I––

"Keenan," I pull away, the calm suddenly leaving my body completely, "they already know."

"What?" he asks confused at my shift in mood.

"Just before my pack left to come here, my father told me that there were some rogues off our borders that were talking about me," I tell him. "They must know already. They are coming for me."

I feel his emotion go from confused to shocked to frustrated to angry in a span of a few seconds. "That was when he hit you wasn't it? Dammit, I was so upset over the fact that that bitch hit you that I didn't pay attention to anything else."

"We have to tell the Council now because the rogues are looking for me," I feel my stomach turn to lead as I realize how true this is. I'd rather sacrifice my life to the Council than to rogues. "If the rogues get a hold of me..."

"They won't and we don't know that they for sure know what you are," he reasons, though I can tell he doesn't fully believe it himself. "When that bastard was trying to sell me on sending some of my warriors down to his territory, I asked him who they were after. He told me that he thinks they are after him. If the only thing they said was that you were his daughter. And if they are looking to attack him, then they may have thought that you were the easiest target to get at him."

"Well, I am," I mutter.

"Not anymore. No one is going to hurt you so long as my heart beats," he assures me before slipping into thought. "The first thing we need to do is get rid of this book. If anyone looked in there they would know those were prophecies in a second."

I nod my consent. I don't have any true attachment to that sketchbook. It was always just a distraction from the sadness of my situation, so I don't mind if he gets rid of those pictures–except... I pull away from him and flip through the book until I find the page that I am looking for and I tear the picture out, carefully. I notice him giving me a look and I shrug, the heat rising in my face a bit.

"What? It's the only picture I have ever drawn that actually has a face in it. I'd like to keep it. Besides, anyone would just think I was lovesick and drew this after the fact." He doesn't say anything, but by the smile on his face and his spike of happiness, I can tell that he likes that the one picture I would want to keep would be the one I drew of him. I place the picture on my night stand and turn back to face him.