Chapter 2 The Chosen

Akira felt like she had been punched in the gut. The mate of the wolf king? What did that even mean? She stumbled backward, her mind reeling with questions. Elara's eyes filled with concern as she reached out to steady Akira. "I know this is a lot to take in," she said softly. "But you need to know the truth." Akira shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "What truth?" she demanded. "What are you talking about?" Elara took a deep breath before launching into an explanation. "You see, Akira, you're not like other girls.

You have a special gift, one that's been passed down through your family for generations." Akira's confusion deepened. "What gift?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism. Elara's eyes gleamed in the dark. "The gift of the wolf," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're a direct descendant of the ancient wolf goddess, Luna." Akira's mind was spinning. Wolf goddess? What was Elara talking about? Elara continued, her words tumbling out in a rush. "The wolf king, Kaidën, has been searching for you. He needs a mate, one who can help him maintain balance and control over the werewolf packs." Akira felt like she was trapped in some kind of crazy dream. Werewolf packs? Wolf king? She didn't know what to believe. Elara's grip on her arm tightened. "Akira, you have to listen to me. You're in danger. There are those who would stop at nothing to claim you for themselves." Akira's heart skipped a beat. Danger? What kind of danger? Suddenly, a loud howl pierced the night air, making Akira jump. Elara's eyes flicked toward the sound, her expression tense. "What was that?" Akira asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Elara's gaze snapped back to hers. "That's the call of the wolf king," she said, her voice low and urgent. "He's coming for you, Akira." Akira's world went dark once more.