MOON RISING; A Lycan Amulet Saga

threatening to crush her spirit beneath their burden. She had always believed in the prophecy, in her role as the chosen one destined to save

melody that echoed through her mind. She felt the weight of their expectations upon her shoulders,

she recalled the warnin

dy, appeared beside her. The weariness in those

ked, voice laced with sorrow. "The pain, the fa

nuckles white. She tried to sh

. I have to try,

make it out alive, her third self said raising a hand to pu

wled, his eyes blazing wi

"You can't save her, Declan. Sh

th Isolde's third self. The two engaged in a

zen, as Declan foug

, leaving behind an

with exertion. "You don't have to face this

st looked at each other. The tension between the

Declan," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've always believed in the prophecy, in my ro

are stronger than you realize, Isolde," he said, his voice unwavering. "I have seen the fire in your eyes, the

uragement. "But what if I'm not strong enough?" she asked, her

he said, his voice firm. "I will be by your side every step of the way, guiding you, supporting you, and together, we wi

into the forest, ready to