Elena POV

A prophecy? “What prophecy?” I perked up instantly and searched each of their faces for answers. Finding nothing, I finally twisted in his hold to look at Draven, but he didn’t pay me any attention either. He was glaring at Byron instead.

“Oh come on Byron.” Olenna exhaled frustratedly. “We were all told the prophecy as a bedtime story to scare us into going to bed earlier as pups.

I still remember my mother scaring me with tales like ‘If you don’t sleep on time ...