THIRD POV.
Elder Agatha was awakened by a strange feeling.
It was like a cold breeze had passed through her closed room, brushing her cheek and stirring the air. She sat curled up on an old sofa, wrapped tightly in a thick shawl. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light around her.
Outside, the storm continued. Rain poured down hard against the windows, and thunder growled in the distance. Bright flashes of lightning lit up the room every few seconds, casting quick shadows on the wooden walls.
Agatha looked around. Everything was quiet. Nothing was out of place.
But something didn’t feel right.
She tried to close her eyes again. Her body still ached from the wound she had gotten on the night of the eclipse—a deep injury on her side that hadn’t fully healed. All she wanted
