Chapter 71: The Vessel’s Confession
"You have to listen to me."
Camille’s voice was barely a whisper, a fragile thread breaking through the thick silence of the healer’s chamber. She sat on the edge of the worn cot, clutching a faded leather journal close to her chest as if it were the only thing holding her fractured world together. Her fingers trembled, tracing the embossed cover like a desperate prayer. The candlelight flickered softly, casting wavering shadows on the cold stone walls, shadows that seemed to dance with the ghosts of secrets long buried.
Savannah leaned closer, her eyes sharp and unwavering, searching for any sign of deceit in the pale face before her. But there was none. Only pain, exhaustion, and the weight of a truth too heavy for one person to carry alone.
"Tell me everything," Savannah urged, her voice steady but gentle, the kind that could coax a dying ember back to life.
Camille swallowed hard, her throat tight as she began to unravel the threads of a story that had been kept silent for too long. "I was never just a sister. Not a pawn. I’m a vessel. Born to carry the Hollowfang prophecy, the bloodline that was meant to decide the fate of our pack."
The words hung in the air, thick and heavy, as Rhett stepped quietly into the room. His presence filled the space like a gathering storm, strong, determined, yet shadowed by uncertainty. His eyes locked onto Camille, the brother he thought he knew, now a stranger haunted by a destiny far darker than he had imagined.
"You mean what you said in your visions? That you were used?" Rhett’s voice was low, rough with disbelief and a simmering anger that had no outlet.
Camille nodded, tears threatening to spill over the edges of her weary eyes. "Sterling never cared about me. Not really. He used me to control the pack, to silence the true heir, you, Rhett. I was meant to bear his child, secure his reign."
Savannah’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. "But you’re more than that. You’re fighting back. You’re not just a tool for their schemes."
Camille’s breath hitched, her voice barely audible. "I want to fight. But the power inside me is dangerous. It’s tied to something ancient, something no one truly understands."
Rhett’s jaw tightened, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him like the cold stone beneath their feet. "Then we face it together. As family."