Just days ago, this place buzzed with life—street sellers shouting, kids playing tag, neighbors sharing secrets over broken fences. Now? Silence screamed louder than any human voice ever could.
My fingers traced the cold metal of the medallion hanging around my neck. Mom's last gift. Her final words echoed in my mind, raw and sharp: "Remember why we fight."
Elara. Just her name made people tremble. She wasn't just cruel—she was a nightmare come to life.
A storm that crushed everything in its path without mercy or pause. But tonight, we were done hiding.
Draven’s hand tightened around mine. His touch was warm, grounding. I looked up at him. That's what I'd always loved about him—how he could be a calm island in the middle of a raging storm.
"We move. Now," he whispered,
Ryder burst
