C41 Crap Prophecy

Raven barely had time to catch her breath before Sage’s sharp gaze fell on her hand.

"That ring…" Sage murmured, eyes narrowing. "It looks exactly like the one our leader described—the one said to be blessed by the Moon Goddess."

Raven had gotten the ring back since she moved in with the rogue wolves.

She curled her fingers instinctively, schooling her features into indifference