Azlynn’s P.O.V.

I gasped, stumbling back a step. My hand instinctively went to cover my belly as I asked.

“Did you see that, Xavion? A red cross!”

This bizarre sight shook Xavion too. He growled loudly.

“Why didn’t you tell me that before, idiots? We are investigating red cross murders.”

The older one made a pitiful face. “You never asked, Alpha.”

Goddess!

I punched Xavion’s shoulder, pulling him back to my worries.

“I have seen this symbol before. It’s not a carving, but a magical spell. Oracle Delilah burned the same mark into uncle Earl’s skin when she made the second prophecy.”

Voicing my horrors, I narrated the tale of...