Elara the child of the prophecy!

Long live the chosen one! Long live our savior! Long live!!

The noise outside our house woke me from my sleep. I groaned and buried my face in my pillow for a moment before slowly sitting up.

"Elara!"

I heard my father's voice from downstairs.

"The warriors are waiting for you outside."

I yawned as I got out of bed and stretched my arms above my head. "I'm coming!" I said as I quickly freshened up and walked outside. The moment I stepped through the door, loud cheers erupted. Everyone was there. Men, women, and children from different families stood around our tent, smiling and celebrating. Their excitement was impossible to miss.

"Happy birthday, Elara!" "Happy birthday, our Chosen One!" "May the Moon bless you!" May you live long!! They all bow.

I couldn't help but smile. They were looking at me with so much hope. Then Miss Ophelia stepped forward, holding a beautifully wrapped gift. "This is for you, Elara," she said, extending it toward me.

My heart was filled with warmth. "Oh, you didn't have to," I said.

"Please, accept it," she insisted, smiling warmly. "You're our Chosen One. Tomorrow is your twenty-first birthday, and we are all excited to see your powers emerge. This is the beginning of our freedom."

She turned toward the crowd. "Right?"The crowd erupted."Yes!" Yes!" "For our freedom!" "Free the clans!" "Long live the Chosen One!"

Their voices echoed through the air.

Miss Ophelia turned back to me and gently placed the gift in my hands. "So, please accept it."

I smiled, looking down at the beautifully wrapped package."You You really didn't have to," I said softly. "But thank you. I appreciate it."

The cheering continued around me, but something about the way everyone looked at me made my breath caught in my throat. They weren't just celebrating my birthday.They were celebrating what they believed I would become.Their Alpha.Their Chosen One.Their freedom.

Tomorrow, my powers were supposed to awaken.And for the first I wondered...

What if they didn't?What if the prophecy was wrong?Or worse...What if my awakening brought something none of us was prepared for?

"Hey, bitch!"

I looked up, and it was Chelsea. She never stopped bothering me with her nasty attitude. She stood in front of me, a smug smirk spread across her face as she flipped her hair over her shoulder.

I sighed. Here she is again. Chelsea has always been easy to hate. Ever since she lost her parents and sister during the war, she had blamed me for everything. In her eyes, I was the reason her family was gone.

"I knew I would find you here," she said, crossing her arms.

I remained seated in the garden, enjoying the little fresh air I could get as I deliberately acted like I didn't care about the fuck she was talking about.

Chelsea looked me up and down. "It's honestly funny how everyone still believes in a weak girl like you. They actually think you're going to save us? That you will lead us into war against the rebel vampires?" She laughed bitterly. "You?"

I remained silent, absorbing the shit she's spilling out of her mouth.

"You're nothing but a full-blooded human who doesn't even belong here."

"Enough, Chelsea," I said gently, trying to control my anger.

But she wasn't finished."Hold Hold on." She suddenly placed a finger against her chin, pretending to think. "What if you actually manage to kill the Supreme One?"

She leaned closer. "What happens then?"

"What if you replace him? How do we know you won't become the next queen of the rebel vampires? Maybe the prophecy isn't about saving us at all. Maybe you're the next monster we're supposed to fear."

"And besides..." She looked me directly in the eyes."You You don't even have powers."

Her voice became louder."I can't wait to see what happens tomorrow."

She stepped closer. "I can't wait to watch you stand in front of everyone and embarrass yourself." "You're weak, worthless."

I couldn't endure it again, and I yelled at her aggressively, "Stop it!!"

"Completely useless!" she yelled back at me louder.

"Stop it, Chelsea!" A deep voice suddenly echoed from behind us.

Chelsea froze.

I turned slightly. It was Frank. Frank is the only son of Beta Rowan and Maureen; he's a great warrior who has always believed in me.

Frank is another reason why Chelsea won't stop harassing me. She likes Frank and wants him for herself. She has warned me several times to stay away from him. Which I didn't.

Frank was walking toward us. His expression was serious. He stopped beside me and looked directly at Chelsea.

"I won't tolerate you speaking to Elara like that."

Chelsea's expression immediately changed. "Frank, I was only...

"I heard everything," Frank cut her off.She looked away. "You are always defending her."

"I will whenever it's necessary." Frank replied. Chelsea's jaw clenched. She glared at me before turning back to Frank. Chelsea scoffed."Whatever." She rolled her eyes and turned around and stormed away.

Frank sighed and sat beside me. "Don't mind her; she doesn't know who she's talking to."

A small smile appeared on my face.

"I'm used to her already."

By the way, "This is for you," he said, holding out a beautifully wrapped gift.

I stared at it for a moment before slowly taking it from him.

"What's this?" I asked, smiling as I began to unwrap it.

"Open it," Frank said.

I carefully pulled away the wrapping paper.

The moment I saw what was inside, my eyes widened. "WowWow..."I stared at it in disbelief."Oh Oh my God! A moon- kalved tooth?"

I looked up at him, completely surprised.

"Frank, thank you!" I immediately threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly.

"This is a treasure." I exclaimed.

He chuckled as he hugged me back. "I'm glad you like it."

I pulled away and looked at the gift again, admiring it. This must have been expensive," I said, shaking my head. "How much did you pay for it?"

"Nothing." Frank replied.

I raised an eyebrow. Nothing?"

He smiled proudly. Remember, I'm the son of Beta Rowan and Maureen." So...I rolled my eyes."Of Of course. You get whatever you want easily."

Frank laughed softly and said, I'm giving you this now because tomorrow I might not get the chance to give it to you.

Then, he looked at me differently this time, more seriously, and said, "Tomorrow night, you're going to become the most powerful creature, Elara."

Then, I stopped smiling.

He stepped closer and said, "You'll rise above all of us. You'll have powers none of us can even imagine." He paused, looking into my eyes."And And when you're up there..."

His voice became softer. "I don't know if you'll still remember me."

I stared at him, unsure of what to say.

"So keep this," he continued, gently pointing at the gift in my hands. "Let it be a remembrance of me." He smiled sadly.

"So that even when you're standing at the top of the world..." He touched the wolf bare gently. "You'll still be able to look down here and remember that I was once standing beside you."

Then, I smiled softly and said to him, "No matter what position I get, and no matter what happens tomorrow, remember this, Frank."

I looked straight into his eyes, holding the gift tightly against my chest.

"Nothing will ever change between us. I don't care how powerful I become or where my destiny takes me."

I smiled softly. "You're my friend, Frank. And that will never change."

I reached out and squeezed his hand.

"That's my word."

"You know, Frank..." I said quietly as we walked across the field. "Tomorrow is the day I've been waiting for all my life."

Frank glanced at me.

"The day my powers will finally awaken. The day the werewolf blood and vampire blood inside me will become one."

I kept walking, but my excitement was slowly being replaced by nervousness.

Frank noticed.

"You're nervous?" he asked, walking beside me.

I stopped. For a moment, I didn't say anything. I stared across the field, watching the wind move through the grass.

Then I said, "I've been wondering what kind of powers I'll have," I finally admitted.

Frank turned to face me.

"I'm the first creature in history to be born with both werewolf and vampire blood. Nobody knows what I'm going to become."

"And that's what scares me."

"I would rather not end up like Marcus."

"Marcus?" Frank asked.

I nodded, and said, "When I read the history books, they said Marcus was born a werewolf. Then he was bitten by a vampire. His body couldn't handle the two bloodlines. Instead of becoming something powerful, he became something else..."

I looked down."A monster."

Frank remained silent.

I added, "They said Marcus became uncontrollable. He hunted humans and werewolves. He was unable to tell friend from enemy anymore." My voice trembled."And eventually, he started hunting the people he loved." I looked at Frank, fear written across my face."What if that happens to me?"

He stepped closer.

"What if I lose control tomorrow? What if the vampire blood takes over? What if I become something I can't control?"

I shook my head. And said, "I would rather not hurt the people I love, Frank."