CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE THE WARNING ... THE PROPHECY

JAVION'S POV The celebration came to an abrupt halt. Silence fell over the crowd, and I felt a chill run down my spine. Saxera’s eyes were fixed on us, her expression grave. “Death is coming,” she repeated, her voice echoing ominously. “The birth of your son will bring death to the pack. Kill him.” Her words hit like a physical blow. I stared at her, unable to comprehend what she was saying. “What? No!” I shouted, my voice cracking with emotion. Daphne clutched Davion tighter to her chest, her eyes wide and consumed with fear “You’re wrong,” she said, her voice trembling. “He’s our son. He’s the future of this pack.” Saxera’s expression didn’t waver. “I have seen it. His birth heralds destruction. The only way to save the pack is to kill him.” The crowd murmured in shock and confusion. I could see the fear in their eyes, but also the love and loyalty they felt for us. Luca stepped forward, his face pale. “Saxera, are you certain? There must be another way.” Saxera shook her he