The Prophecy Mate

Chapter 9: Meet the Prophecy

"What is happening to her? You know something about it, I have seen that tattoo in our house before."

"I told you, Lucy. I warned you, I did everything for you, only to have you trick me."

"Stop blaming me for deceiving you. If you had only accepted fate. Charlie is my mate and Clayton has his own."

"Your mate is the cause of this."

"I'm sorry, but can we concentrate on Kiara." Brandon butted in, annoyance evident in his voice.

I still lay paralyzed now on the sofa at my grandma's house, I presumed.
Upon seeing us she immediately made an effort to close the door but Brandon wasn't having it.
My mother and her started fighting the moment they set eyes on each other.

You see, my grandmother hated everything about a human pairing. When my parents got together, it was unknown to her because she still believed that my mom was with Uncle Clayton.

After she came to know however, it was hell for them both as I've heard. But she was too late, they were already mated and so was Uncle Clay.
I never came to know of what she told my mother but I knew it created a huge rift between them that till date hadn't been fixed.

"You can't help her now, Beta Brandon. It has started." I felt sensation returning to my hands followed by my limbs and slowly my entire body. The pain had now taken a backseat in the ordeal.

"What has? Tell us clearly." Brandon growled, his authoritative voice forcing her to bow down to him.

"The prophecy of the auric wolf. I had told you, Lucy, what you did would have consequences." My grandmother was now looking at a distance.
"You didn't tell me anything of that sort! You told me to leave my mate and find a werewolf match!" My mother exclaimed.

"What prophecy?" It was I who spoke this time, making Brandon's forehead crease in worry.
"Are you feeling better?" I only nodded at his enquiry.

"Where are you going?" Mom called after her as she left to go inside her house for something.
Grandma came back with a book that looked so fragile, I was worried it'd turn to dust in her hand.

"Many eons ago, the first born of our family. The werewolf created by the moon goddess herself walked this Earth. She was granted a mate with a human for the goddess believed that a human-werewolf match is the strongest of them all.
But Erica wasn't pleased she refuted, you see, at that time werewolves were only a handful no one knew of the moon goddess' power."

My grandmother had moved to seat herself across from us as we listened to her warily.
"The goddess is kind, of course, she forgave Erica's mistakes but asked of her for one thing. To stay with her human and experience love. Erica betrayed the moon goddess' trust and did the opposite. One more thing about werewolves of that time was that they didn't have a conscious. She didn't know what she was doing because her anger was so uncontrollable." She was now flipping through the book.

"She killed her mate. The moon goddess was furious and foretold a prophecy. One so dark, it was hidden from the entire world."

At the end of her sentence she pulled out a piece of paper, the state so terrible I wondered how it had survived. It was crumpled, stained and had water marks all other it.

"The goddess recognized the fault her her creation." She handed the page to me, which I took with trembling hands.
"The tattoo is of our clan, Belila. The moon goddess cursed us to always have a human mate, but for centuries we have avoided it for the fear of something like you."

I looked at the page and read it out loud.

"The child of a wolf and a human,
One only to defend the kind.
A power so dark to consume her,
Not even love can conquer.
The elements of earth to bow down,
Letting the auric wolf be the master.
But with that will come death.
So painful she won't be able to forget.
The night the moon is brightest in the sky,
The human body will comply.
A mark on her neck,
And a claim on her soul.
The mate of whom shall die. "