Iris
The words of the King took me by surprise. Our daughter would be the next Moon Priestess?
“Iris, Uncle King is Gaga, the Goddess said it’s a boy-grape. My mamma-wolf senses say the same,” Sapp pointed out.
“Do you know more about that, uncle?” Jean-Luc asked, taking a few steps towards his uncle’s bed and looking intently into his tired dark-green eyes.
“No, I only had a vague vision of a girl with light-blond hair and silver eyes. I can’t share my visions unless it’s strictly necessary. The future shouldn’t be known in the present, it’s a burden, never a blessing,” he murmured, his face contorted with pain.
“King Magnus, can't the current Moon Priestess help you?” I asked, trying to hold back my look of sympathy. I knew the King didn’t want sympathy, but rather strength at
