KAIA’S POV
The moment the words left my lips, it was like the forest itself reacted to the mention of that name.
Suddenly, the air, which had been perfectly normal a moment ago, stirred. A sharp, cold wind rushed through the trees, brushing against my skin and making the hairs on my arms stand on end. It carried something with it—a faint, broken sound that didn’t belong here.
Whispers in the wind.
They were so soft I almost thought I imagined them. They weren’t words, at least not ones I could understand. It didn’t even sound like a language, more like voices just out of reach. Like the forest itself was speaking in a tongue we weren't meant to know.
I took a slow step back, my eyes darting around. No one else moved, but I could tell they heard it too from the look of unease on their
