Mated to Four
Even Luna chuckled softly, and the atmosphere grew light and cheerful—until it didn’t.
The room fell silent when an elderly woman in a white hood entered, holding a wooden staff carved with light symbols.
Everyone stood in respect.
The seer—looked right at me. Or maybe through me. Her eyes were cloudy, ancient, and knowing.
“I see four lights surrounding you, daughter of Mystic Guardian,” she said slowly. “Four bonds. Four destinies.”
The room froze.
“Four… mates?” Luna whispered.
My breath caught. Zion stared at me, stunned, while trying to process what he’d just heard.