Zendaya's POV
The journey from the ancient chamber in the library to Damien's office felt like traversing an impossibly long chasm. Each step was heavy, weighted by the terrifying revelation I now carried. The ancient book's words, "The chosen one... power to control all wolves... crescent moon mark," echoed in my mind, a relentless drumbeat against the frantic rhythm of my heart.
Angel's stunned expression, her hushed pronouncement, "It's you. You are the chosen one," played on a loop. My wolf, usually a steady presence, now felt like a live wire, buzzing with an unfamiliar mix of fear and raw power.
The Pack members moved with purpose, their faces etched with a subtle worry, reflecting Damien's earlier somber mood. They didn't know the full extent of the impending storm, the true identity of the "chosen one" that prophecy spoke of. And that chosen one was me.
