Luna was fifteen and a half when the prophet arrived at Nightshade's borders. She was an ancient she-wolf named Cassandra, blind but seeing, who traveled the territories sharing visions the Moon Goddess sent her.
"I have a message for the bridge child," Cassandra announced. "A prophecy that must be delivered face to face."
Luna was skeptical. Prophecies had a way of being vague enough to mean anything while specific enough to cause panic. But refusing an official prophet could offend traditional wolves who believed in divine messages.
They met in the council chamber, Cassandra's milky white eyes somehow fixed directly on Luna despite her blindness.
"You stand at a crossroads, bridge child. Three paths diverge before you, each leading to a different fate for all realms."
"The Goddess a
