We didn’t waste a second.
As soon as the chilling whisper faded into the night, Lucas and Cassian were already ushering me toward the exit. The weight of the journal in my hands felt heavier than it should have, as if it carried more than just words. It carried warnings, history, and the undeniable truth of who I had once been.
The monastery had given us what we came for, but it had also awakened something that had been watching, waiting. And now, it knew where we were.
The drive back to Lucas’s house was tense. The forest stretched endlessly around us, the trees feeling more like silent sentinels than natural landmarks. Their twisted branches reached toward the car like dark fingers, catching faint glimpses of moonlight between them. Every time the wind howled through the pines, my pul
