The fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows across the worn wooden floor. Seth and Danielle sat close together on the faded couch, the early morning chill kept at bay by the warmth of the hearth. Rose rocked slowly in her chair nearby, cradling a steaming cup of tea, her gaze steady and calm.
“I had another dream,” Danielle began, her voice low, almost hesitant. “It came from the moon again. I saw Petunia take the Veilstone... and then, later, when she was older, she went searching for it—but it wasn’t there.”
She paused, letting the weight of her words settle in the quiet room.
“The Hunters attacked the White Wolves. One of them escaped, and I followed him. He had the stone. Then a woman stepped out from the trees—she helped him put a spell on it. She said she was supposed to
