The moon was full, its pale light spilling through the cracks in the blinds, casting long shadows across the room. I couldn’t sleep. The weight of the night, of everything I had just learned, was too much to ignore. I kept replaying Luca’s words in my mind, his voice low and steady as he had finally agreed to tell me the truth. Together.
But there was so much more to it than I had anticipated.The journal, the prophecy, my father’s disappearance—all of it was tied to something larger, something I still didn’t fully understand. And yet, despite all the fear and confusion, something inside me burned with determination. I had to know what happened. I needed to know why my father had kept these secrets from me, why he had left me to stumble in the dark for so long.My fingers traced the edges of the journal on the desk beside me. The weight of it, the ancient leather cover, felt like it was holding all of the answers I had been searching for. I had already speThe day had passed in a blur of thoughts too heavy for a single person to carry. I had spent hours staring at the journal, trying to make sense of the fragmented pieces of my father’s life that I was only now uncovering. Every word seemed to lead to more questions, more puzzles that I wasn’t sure I could solve alone.And then, there was Luca.The weight of everything he had told me, everything I was beginning to realize, settled deep in my chest. We were connected. Not just by the prophecy, but by something more—something that had been woven into the fabric of our lives long before we ever met. And the worst part? I had no idea what it meant, what the cost would be, or how much of my life was about to be torn apart because of it.I sat at the desk in my small office at the clinic, the journal open in front of me. The pages were filled with my father’s notes, scribbled hastily in the margins, almost as if he had been afraid someone would see them. I wasn’t
The night had settled like a heavy cloak over Cedar Grove, and the world outside the clinic was still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. The weight of the conversation with Luca hung between us, an unspoken promise that neither of us had the words to fully explain. He had told me that he would share everything, but as the hours stretched on and the clock ticked away, I found myself wondering what I was really asking for. Could I handle the truth? Or was it better to remain in the dark?I wasn’t sure.Luca sat across from me, his posture tense, his eyes scanning the room but never fully meeting mine. He had a way of staying just out of reach, even when he was physically present, and I could tell that whatever he was holding back was as heavy as the secrets I had uncovered in my father’s journal.“You said there’s no going back,” I said, breaking the silence. “But what does that even mean, Luca? What happens now?”He looked at me then, his gaze piercing, as if weighi
The wind howled outside the clinic, its icy breath rattling the windows as though trying to warn us of the storm to come. I stood by the window, my hands pressed flat against the cool glass, staring out into the night. The town seemed to hold its breath, the streets empty, the quiet oppressive. It felt like the calm before a much darker storm, one that neither of us could outrun.Luca hadn’t left. He was still here, his presence a constant weight in the room, like a tether keeping me from floating away into the chaos of my thoughts. I wanted answers, but with each revelation, the questions only grew. And the more I learned, the less sure I was about what was real, and what was just some twisted nightmare.I glanced over at him. He was sitting in the corner, silent as always, his hands folded together in his lap. His dark eyes were focused on nothing, yet I knew he was more present in that moment than I could ever hope to be.“You’re still here,” I said, my voice quiet, almost surprise
The moon was full that night. A massive, silver disk hanging in the sky like a watchful eye, its light spilling across the forest in a soft glow. It felt as if the world was holding its breath, waiting for something—something I wasn’t sure I was ready for. But it was too late to turn back now. The journal, still clutched tightly in my hand, felt heavier with every passing second, as if it were pressing me toward an unknown destiny I couldn’t avoid.I glanced over at Luca, his figure a shadow in the moonlight. The calm before the storm seemed to hang between us, but I could sense the tension in the air, thick and palpable. His jaw was clenched, his eyes fixed on the path ahead, but I knew he was aware of me every second, his presence like a pull in my chest that I couldn’t ignore.“This is where it all begins,” he said, his voice low and rough, the weight of his words settling in the space between us.I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I could entirely comprehend what he meant. My mind kep
The air in the clearing felt thick, charged with something ancient, something that had been waiting for this moment. I could hear my heart thundering in my chest, but I couldn’t move. The weight of Astra’s words, the sheer magnitude of what she had revealed, held me frozen in place. The connection between Luca and me—it was real. And yet, I didn’t fully understand it. Or what it meant for us.Luca’s grip on my hand tightened, pulling me gently toward the center of the stone circle. His touch was grounding, his warmth a contrast to the eerie coldness of the night. I looked up at him, but his gaze was focused ahead, his eyes narrowed with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.“This is it,” he murmured, as though speaking to himself more than to me. His voice was low, the weight of the moment settling between us.The clearing felt different now, the air vibrating with a pulse I couldn’t quite comprehend. I felt something stir beneath my skin, something unfamiliar, like the stirr
The moon hung high in the sky, its silver light spilling like molten metal over the clearing, casting sharp shadows and illuminating the stones that encircled us. But beneath that light, the world had become a blur of sound and sensation. My heart hammered in my chest, a frantic rhythm echoing the pulse of the earth beneath my feet. I could feel Luca beside me, his presence a constant, yet strangely distant in the growing storm of energy around us.The moment the light had burst forth from the stones, everything had shifted. The air crackled with raw power, a force that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. I could hear the low hum of the earth beneath me, the heartbeat of the land itself. But it was more than that. It was like the land was alive, breathing with us, responding to our bond.Luca's hand tightened around mine, pulling me closer, his warmth anchoring me in the chaos. I glanced up at him, meeting his eyes for the first time since the ritual had begun. His gaz
I never thought I'd be back in Cedar Grove, yet here I was, sitting behind my father's old desk in the clinic he'd built from the ground up. Dr. Isla Rivers, following in her father's footsteps – that's what everyone in town kept saying, their voices laced with pity. Twenty-eight years old, newly appointed head veterinarian of Cedar Grove Animal Clinic, and completely alone. Well, not completely. I had my patients – the four-legged variety that couldn't ask questions about Dad's disappearance or why I'd abandoned my promising career at a prestigious Chicago animal hospital to return to this tiny town.The scratching sound came again, pulling me from my thoughts. It had been haunting me all afternoon. I set my pen down on the last patient file of the day, trying to ignore how my hand trembled. Through the clinic's windows, I watched dusk paint our small town in shades of amber and shadow. The scratches had been getting louder, accompanied by whimpers and whispered conversations beyond
The woods stretched out before me, their tangled branches like skeletal arms against the star-pierced sky. The journal’s leather cover felt warm in my hand, as if it were absorbing my nervous energy. Each step I took toward the clearing felt heavier, the weight of unanswered questions pressing down on me.What did Astra mean about my father being part of a world I knew nothing about? And how did I fit into it?I tightened my grip on the flashlight as the cemetery gates creaked shut behind me, the sound echoing into the still night. The gravel path gave way to dirt, and soon the dense forest swallowed me whole. The air here was different—cooler, thicker, and laced with a faint scent of pine and something metallic that set my teeth on edge.The clearing wasn’t far, Astra had said, but it felt like the trail stretched endlessly into darkness. I kept moving, the journal tucked under my arm and my flashlight cutting through the shadows. Every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig made me jump
The moon hung high in the sky, its silver light spilling like molten metal over the clearing, casting sharp shadows and illuminating the stones that encircled us. But beneath that light, the world had become a blur of sound and sensation. My heart hammered in my chest, a frantic rhythm echoing the pulse of the earth beneath my feet. I could feel Luca beside me, his presence a constant, yet strangely distant in the growing storm of energy around us.The moment the light had burst forth from the stones, everything had shifted. The air crackled with raw power, a force that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. I could hear the low hum of the earth beneath me, the heartbeat of the land itself. But it was more than that. It was like the land was alive, breathing with us, responding to our bond.Luca's hand tightened around mine, pulling me closer, his warmth anchoring me in the chaos. I glanced up at him, meeting his eyes for the first time since the ritual had begun. His gaz
The air in the clearing felt thick, charged with something ancient, something that had been waiting for this moment. I could hear my heart thundering in my chest, but I couldn’t move. The weight of Astra’s words, the sheer magnitude of what she had revealed, held me frozen in place. The connection between Luca and me—it was real. And yet, I didn’t fully understand it. Or what it meant for us.Luca’s grip on my hand tightened, pulling me gently toward the center of the stone circle. His touch was grounding, his warmth a contrast to the eerie coldness of the night. I looked up at him, but his gaze was focused ahead, his eyes narrowed with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.“This is it,” he murmured, as though speaking to himself more than to me. His voice was low, the weight of the moment settling between us.The clearing felt different now, the air vibrating with a pulse I couldn’t quite comprehend. I felt something stir beneath my skin, something unfamiliar, like the stirr
The moon was full that night. A massive, silver disk hanging in the sky like a watchful eye, its light spilling across the forest in a soft glow. It felt as if the world was holding its breath, waiting for something—something I wasn’t sure I was ready for. But it was too late to turn back now. The journal, still clutched tightly in my hand, felt heavier with every passing second, as if it were pressing me toward an unknown destiny I couldn’t avoid.I glanced over at Luca, his figure a shadow in the moonlight. The calm before the storm seemed to hang between us, but I could sense the tension in the air, thick and palpable. His jaw was clenched, his eyes fixed on the path ahead, but I knew he was aware of me every second, his presence like a pull in my chest that I couldn’t ignore.“This is where it all begins,” he said, his voice low and rough, the weight of his words settling in the space between us.I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I could entirely comprehend what he meant. My mind kep
The wind howled outside the clinic, its icy breath rattling the windows as though trying to warn us of the storm to come. I stood by the window, my hands pressed flat against the cool glass, staring out into the night. The town seemed to hold its breath, the streets empty, the quiet oppressive. It felt like the calm before a much darker storm, one that neither of us could outrun.Luca hadn’t left. He was still here, his presence a constant weight in the room, like a tether keeping me from floating away into the chaos of my thoughts. I wanted answers, but with each revelation, the questions only grew. And the more I learned, the less sure I was about what was real, and what was just some twisted nightmare.I glanced over at him. He was sitting in the corner, silent as always, his hands folded together in his lap. His dark eyes were focused on nothing, yet I knew he was more present in that moment than I could ever hope to be.“You’re still here,” I said, my voice quiet, almost surprise
The night had settled like a heavy cloak over Cedar Grove, and the world outside the clinic was still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. The weight of the conversation with Luca hung between us, an unspoken promise that neither of us had the words to fully explain. He had told me that he would share everything, but as the hours stretched on and the clock ticked away, I found myself wondering what I was really asking for. Could I handle the truth? Or was it better to remain in the dark?I wasn’t sure.Luca sat across from me, his posture tense, his eyes scanning the room but never fully meeting mine. He had a way of staying just out of reach, even when he was physically present, and I could tell that whatever he was holding back was as heavy as the secrets I had uncovered in my father’s journal.“You said there’s no going back,” I said, breaking the silence. “But what does that even mean, Luca? What happens now?”He looked at me then, his gaze piercing, as if weighi
The day had passed in a blur of thoughts too heavy for a single person to carry. I had spent hours staring at the journal, trying to make sense of the fragmented pieces of my father’s life that I was only now uncovering. Every word seemed to lead to more questions, more puzzles that I wasn’t sure I could solve alone.And then, there was Luca.The weight of everything he had told me, everything I was beginning to realize, settled deep in my chest. We were connected. Not just by the prophecy, but by something more—something that had been woven into the fabric of our lives long before we ever met. And the worst part? I had no idea what it meant, what the cost would be, or how much of my life was about to be torn apart because of it.I sat at the desk in my small office at the clinic, the journal open in front of me. The pages were filled with my father’s notes, scribbled hastily in the margins, almost as if he had been afraid someone would see them. I wasn’t
The moon was full, its pale light spilling through the cracks in the blinds, casting long shadows across the room. I couldn’t sleep. The weight of the night, of everything I had just learned, was too much to ignore. I kept replaying Luca’s words in my mind, his voice low and steady as he had finally agreed to tell me the truth. Together.But there was so much more to it than I had anticipated.The journal, the prophecy, my father’s disappearance—all of it was tied to something larger, something I still didn’t fully understand. And yet, despite all the fear and confusion, something inside me burned with determination. I had to know what happened. I needed to know why my father had kept these secrets from me, why he had left me to stumble in the dark for so long.My fingers traced the edges of the journal on the desk beside me. The weight of it, the ancient leather cover, felt like it was holding all of the answers I had been searching for. I had already spe
The night felt endless.I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so tangled, so stretched thin. Every thought, every breath seemed to lead back to the same conclusion: nothing made sense anymore. I was standing on the edge of something much bigger than myself. Something dangerous, something powerful. And Luca, despite his insistence that he was trying to protect me, couldn’t shelter me from the truth forever.I sat in the small room that had once been my father's office, the same familiar walls now feeling colder than I remembered. The journal rested on the desk in front of me, the mark on its cover—still sharp, still unsettling—burned into my mind.The whispers from my dreams had become louder, clearer. It wasn’t just a random string of words. It was a language, one that tugged at something deep inside me. The more I heard it, the more familiar it felt, as if it was a part of me. A part of my bloodline. But why? Why hadn’t I known about it until now?
I woke up in darkness. My body felt heavy, weighted down by a presence I couldn’t explain. A low, aching throb pulsed through my head, the remnants of the force that had struck me still lingering in the air. My fingers twitched, and I tried to push myself upright, but the sensation of something wrapping around my wrist stopped me. I instinctively reached for it, my hand brushing against cool metal. Panic rose in my chest, but I forced myself to take slow, steady breaths.Where was I?The last thing I remembered was the sharp pain, the cold energy surging through me. The sense of being pulled apart from the inside. And then darkness.“Isla.”The sound of my name being spoken, low and urgent, broke through the fog in my mind. My heart skipped, and I blinked, trying to focus on the voice. It was Luca’s, but something was off. It wasn’t the warm, comforting tone I had come to associate with him. It was raw, jagged, filled with an intensity I couldn’t place.“Luca?” I croaked, my throat dr