Hunter sat in English class, his mind a million miles away from the lesson.
Rachel’s dream played on a loop in his head, like some cursed prophecy echoing louder with every hour. He couldn’t shake the image of Kenzie in the hallway—her eyes cold, distant, not like the girl he knew.
No—like someone else entirely.
For a split second, when Rachel had grabbed her, he’d seen it. That flicker. That haunting presence behind Kenzie’s stormy green eyes. Ancient. Powerful. Charlotte.
He leaned back in his chair, a deep ache settling in his chest. They couldn’t keep this from her much longer. The truth was clawing its way to the surface—and so was she.
But how the hell were they supposed to tell her?
From his seat at the back of the classroom, next to the window, Hunter stared out at the trees
