The night was restless. Callista lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, the words of her mother echoing in her mind. A war was coming—a devastating war between werewolves and witches. And she, the daughter of both worlds, was the only one who could stop it.
Her destiny was written before she was even born. She was meant to bridge the gap between two sworn enemies. But to do that, she had to embrace both sides of herself—the witch and the wolf. And more than anything, she had to accept Lucien, her mate, as her other half.
She turned on her side, trying to push the thoughts away, but they only grew stronger. Lucien would return in two days. Two days to make her final decision. Two days before her entire world changed forever. Could she really do it? Could she accept a mate whose father had murdered hers? Could she truly trust Lucien with her fate?
She sat up abruptly, running a hand through her hair. Deep down, she knew the answer. She had already felt the pull of the mate bond, the undeniable force tying her to Lucien. Resisting it would be pointless.
With a deep breath, she made her choice. She would accept the mate bond. She would go with Lucien to his pack. She would become stronger, not just for herself, but for the future of both werewolves and witches.
But before that… she had unfinished business.
She had two days left in the city. Two days to live the life she knew before stepping into the unknown. She wanted to spend time with her friends, create memories, and say goodbye in a way they wouldn't even suspect.
Her heart felt heavy, but also lighter in a way. She had made her decision, and now, all she could do was prepare for what was to come.
As she lay back down, the moonlight streaming through her window, she whispered to herself, "This is my destiny. And I will face it."