Mabel.
The wind howled as I descended the mountain, the seer’s warning echoing in my mind. “When the blood moon rises, follow the scream.”
His scream.
I could still hear it buried under my skin.
The seer had given me more than just a vision; she pressed a bone pendant into my palm before vanishing into mist. “This will guide you to the edge,” she said. “But crossing into the Veil? That’s on you.”
It was warm now, resting against my chest like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine.
I didn’t know what waited in the Veil. Not only that he was trapped there his soul leashed to something ancient and cruel. And I didn’t care how much blood it cost.
I was going to bring him.
The forest thickened around me as I followed the seer’s instructions: walk until the world forgets your name, until the tree
